Annie was gone and Sara didn’t understand how the world was still the world. How could she be sitting in a diner with this plate of food, how could her feet rest on this floor, how could she unroll her paper napkin to discover a clean set of silverware inside? But she’d already lived through that particular shock once, so she knew it meant nothing when she took a bite and it tasted good. It would taste the same whether or not Annie was alive.
