At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash
Both.
I made tea.
Closed the window.
Rain became rain again.
That may be what healing eventually looks like.
The recording becomes audio.
The hospital becomes a building.
The condo becomes somebody else’s property.
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