I did not let myself say a single word that sounded like an ending.

Because I knew that the instant I said goodbye, they would hear it, and they would understand what it meant, and the understanding would take the last of their hope and the last of their calm and the last of their air.

So instead I told them about ordinary things.

I told them what we would do that weekend.

I asked Mason to settle an argument about the board game they loved.

I promised Wyatt I would make his favorite dinner.