My Daughter Had Passed Away… But Her Contact Number Called Me at 3 A.M

but my hands were shaking so uncontrollably that they clattered to the floor twice. I scooped them up, my pulse drumming in my ears, and stumbled out the door. The house, usually so heavy with the weight of her absence, felt suddenly charged with a frantic, electric energy.

The streets of our town were a desolate, ink-black labyrinth. Every red light continue reading …