I cut my stepdaughter’s late mom’s dresses

a tightness in my chest that doesn’t go away. “Can I see him?” I ask.

The doctor hesitates for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Yes, but please keep the visit calm.”

Calm.

I almost laugh at the absurdity of it, but I don’t. I just follow the nurse down the hallway, my footsteps suddenly feeling too loud again, too real. Every step brings me closer continue reading …