Not like that. David didn’t die on the job. He died in a hospital bed in our living room, of an illness that took him slowly, one piece at a time, over fourteen months.
But my body didn’t know that. My body only knew the walk.
I stood up so fast my folding chair tipped backward and clattered on the floor.
People turned to look at me. I didn’t care. My eyes went straight to the stage, to Caleb, because he was the only person left in the world they
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