Phantom Limb

by Lucinda Berry

He accepted much sooner than her that Emily and I had some wounds no amount of love would erase. He was content to focus on what he could give us and didn’t try to change us into something we weren’t.

unit. I didn’t know how to exist without her. She’d taken her life, and with it, she’d taken away my reason for living.

I was an amputee, and like any amputee, I was left with the excruciating phantom pain of being tortured by my lost limb.