Her sorrow was her one companion, ever present, making her arms and legs sore, as if she’d just climbed a mountain. Some mornings it was a struggle to stand and get dressed. She slept and slept and slept. On the weekends, she slept all day, and then was awake at night, her heart pounding in her chest as she remembered it all, as she wondered what Nora and Patrick were doing at that minute.
