Lost Memories, Found Truths

window, mirroring the fresh

breath a shallow, ragged gasp; anoth

nding me our son would be late for dinner

, called from the front door, offering

d, his voice dripping with fake co

e, deeper than the tile, as my life ebbed away,

an eerie lightness; I was standing,

asually planning to claim double indemnity on my life

grief, only

ancakes, telling him Mommy was "very tir

asured memories, even ripping apart the novel my grandm

my things; he was annihila

rutally taken, haunted by the chilli

d a way to m