Everyone in the room joins in on the laughter, and for a second, I’m stunned by the sound. Of joy filling the room. Of family and love that expands, slipping into the empty cracks left by loss. A rough palm lands on my forearm, the warmth of it bleeding through the fabric of my sweater and snapping me out of my thoughts. I look down and fall face-first into two pools of honey, sinking slowly into the warm, viscous depths without so much as a single cry for help.
