At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

for her.

I still work nights.

I still hate the sound of metal trays falling in empty rooms.

And sometimes, when the corridor goes quiet and I hear the soft hum of the refrigerator units, I think about the moment that white sheet moved and a hand rose into the air.

People love to say they’d notice. That they’d know. That they’d never miss a sign that important.continue reading …