They say the death of a loved one can make time feel like it’s stopped. It isn’t true. Since Finn called, the world outside has continued to turn. It doesn’t make sense to me that I’ve spent the day doing normal stuff, going to work, stopping at the supermarket on the way home, ordering takeaway . . . and all while my sister had been dead. If only the world would stop, I might be able to catch my breath and make sense of it all.
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