“I don’t know.” She slips her arms around my waist and fists my shirt. “I didn’t notice anything.” I grip her tighter. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’m here now. Let it all out.” Sobs rack her body, the sound of her grief cracking my chest wide open. She loved that bird, and though I wasn’t a fan of Candy, she was a living thing and now she’s gone.
