The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

anger as much as fear.
Anger was easier than grief.
Now grief arrived without permission.
Dante had missed Lily’s birth.
Her first smile.
Her first steps.
The night her fever reached 104 degrees and I sat on a clinic floor begging a nurse to help us.
He had missed them because Victor had decided our lives were useful pieces on a board.
Helen turned another continue reading …