you?”
My chest tightened, a sharp, stabbing pain that made it difficult to breathe. My hands were freezing, turning numb against the cold table. Every logical thought I possessed—the reassignments, the glitches, the coincidences—was swept away by the raw, pulsating ache of grief.
I knew. I knew it was just a technicality. But grief is a master of illusion.continue reading …
