« Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else.
It’s impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay,” we say. “I’m alright.” But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer – it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced. »