The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

just grief.

I felt… afraid.

Because he was right.

Today wasn’t the hard part.

Today was just strangers pricing my past.

The hard part was next week.

The hard part was the small room I’d be moving into—the one I hadn’t seen yet, but already hated in my mind.

The hard part was the sentence that kept repeating in my head like a curse:

They’re not going to let continue reading …