My stomach twisted.
“Peggy said that?”
He nodded. “She said you couldn’t face it. She said I had to be strong enough for both of us.”
I stood so quickly the box almost slid from the bed.
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For eighteen years, my memories of that hospital had existed only in fragments.
Doctor Jefferson walking toward us.
My mother putting her arms around me.
Someone saying, “He’s gone, Dawn.”
I had been sedated, devastated, and so physically weak that I could barely hold a pen without assistance.
Everything after that had dissolved
