out of sight.
The air was cool against her cheeks.
A crow called somewhere beyond the ditch.
The world did not end.
That surprised her.
For three days, grief had felt like a room closing in.
Now the road was wide open, terrible and honest.
Her chest loosened for the first time since Robert died.
Not because the pain was gone.
It had barely begun.
It loosened because she finally understood the shape of what her children had done.
It was not confusion.
It was not stress.
It was not
