than their absence ever had.
At least the absence had been honest.
I’m going to be honest about the week afterward because there was a night, four or five days after we buried Kora, when I sat at my kitchen table after Theo and Wyatt were asleep and did not want morning to come.
I won’t dwell there.
People who have stood in that particular dark know what I mean.
The bottom of grief is a real place.
I was there.
The world had gone small and silent.
Too silent.
