Grief consumed me so completely that I was admitted to the hospital for observation.
Charlie arranged the funeral while I lay staring at a hospital ceiling, unable to accept that my little boy was truly gone.
When you never get to say goodbye, grief never really ends.
It simply learns how to hide.
The ringing phone pulled me back to reality.
I glanced at the screen.
Mrs. Dilmore.
Owen absolutely adored his math teacher.
She had a way of turning every lesson into a game, and he talked about her almost every evening during dinner.
I finally answered.
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