taken apart piece by piece.
The woman stood beside it, tools laid out neatly next to her. A large box sat on the floor nearby, wrapped in bright paper that felt completely out of place in that moment.
I couldn’t process any of it.
But before I could say anything, the woman stepped forward slightly.
“Hi. My name’s Dana,” she said quickly. “I’m so sorry, this isn’t how this was supposed to happen.”
I sat up and stared at her, trying to catch up.
I couldn’t process any of it.
