I picked up the bowl and scrubbed it vigorously, replaying his laugh in my mind. And then, I dropped the soapy thing back into the sink, realizing that soon, so, so soon, I would no longer remember the sound of his voice. He was already fading from my mind and this place. The process had already begun the second he died, and I could acutely feel the bottom of my heart drop out. Pain swept over me, filling my chest and my stomach, and it took every ounce of effort to remember to breathe.
