József called for a doctor, who confirmed that the woman in the bed was dead, and, as soon as he said that, József experienced a mix of emotions in his body so intense that he needed to scream. He went into the bathroom, grabbed a paper towel, and screamed into it. Screamed over how much he had loved her, screamed over who she was and who she had been and what had befallen her, and screamed over now, finally, being free.
