so our final minutes belonged to us instead of the machine.
I won’t tell you the rest.
That part is mine.
I’ll tell you only that afterward the room was very still.
Gray sunlight was starting to enter through the blinds.
A young resident asked me gently if there was anyone they could call.
Anyone who should be there.
I almost laughed.
Because the honest answer was no.
The people you call are the people who come.
And I had spent that month learning exactly who came and who watched
