My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House
Grief had ruined my sleep.
Destroyed my concentration.
I was forgetting ordinary things.
Meals.
Names.
Where I placed tools.
I began wondering whether I had called Camille and somehow erased the memory.
Jason looked directly into my eyes.
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