The Room Where Secrets Heal

sleep. My husband was there, holding her hand again. This time, I sat on the other side of the bed.

The funeral was small. Just a few coworkers from her old job, her nurse, and us.

Afterward, we went for a walk. My husband stopped near the lake. “I feel like a chapter’s closed,” he said. “And I don’t even know how to start the next one.”

I looked at him.continue reading …