“No!” I scream more forcefully. Pushing my way through, my hand lands on the door handle and with one swift push, it’s opening, revealing my mom, lying motionless, her chest still as a nurse calls time of death and places a white blanket over her body. Time of death: 8:53 a.m. Deceased three minutes ago. Three minutes. 180 seconds. If I had run faster… Someone begins to scream, and it takes an ungodly amount of time for me to realize the scream is coming from me. This is what heartbreak is. Not my father abandoning me. Not the fear of Grayson leaving me. Not losing my job. Not Layla moving
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