I thought he meant the pain.
I almost told him I understood.
Then he said he was leaving.
He had already packed.
He apologized.
Then he walked out.
I heard the front door close.
And suddenly, in less than one week, one daughter was dead and my husband was gone.
Lily was asleep down the hall.
She was five.
I sat at that kitchen table for hours.
I truly did not know how I was going to survive.
There were weeks afterward when getting out of bed felt almost impossible.
