As I drove to the airport that first night, the idea entered my mind to jerk the wheel into the wall and end it all. There’s no pain when you’re dead. No grief. But then I thought of Karolina alone in a hospital, needing me. I thought of my parents, mourning the loss of both their children. And I thought of Teddy, waiting for me on the tarmac. He thinks this can work. He’s stressed and worried, but he’s here. He’s fighting for Karolina. He’s fighting for me. Even now, he’s inside, comforting my mother as her fragile mind fights to protect her from the truth that her daughter is gone. I’m going
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