The Next Day

I awoke numb, exhausted, a sandpaper pit in my stomach. Brushed teeth, showered. Every step was a dragging shuffle. I turned on The Weather Channel as background noise. Made myself half presentable and walked down the hall to the reception desk. "We are checking out today, but will be a bit behind. Our daughter passed …

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Marie's bear keeps falling onto the floor, which really bothers me, so I brought up the car seat that should have been hers. It makes me feel better, at least.