I turn away from her, not wanting her gratitude for something so significant. I look out the window and am surprised to see the sun already setting. I look over when Gwen moves away from me. “Wait,” I call, and she turns back. “I’m sorry for your loss. And Kelsey....” I pause and she waits. “She’ll be okay.” I don’t know why I feel compelled to tell her that, but I do. It’s clear Gwen still suffers from the loss of her husband, but the pain of losing part of a child is so much more. “I know,” she says quietly before turning and leaving.
