“It wasn’t like I was spying on you or anything,” he defended. “I was going to say something earlier, but then I got curious about what the heck you were doing.” What was I doing? Hiding? Avoiding? Clinging to the theory that ignorance was bliss? Knowing she was dead was one thing. After I’d listened for days to her gasp and gurgle, it was honestly a relief. But seeing them wheel her out of our house on a stretcher much like the first time she’d collapsed after chemo had been more than I could take. This time, there was no hope left to cling to. When she left that day, she was never coming
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