“Then break down, Shay. I’ll be there when you do. I’ll sit by your side when the grief is loud, and I’ll sit by your side when it’s quiet.”
My throat tightened. A tear flowed, and I let it flow.
“There are no words,” she added. “Not for this kind of pain. But perhaps the consolation, however small, comes from knowing she’s still there. In the most beautiful flowers, the brightest rainbow, the sweetest plum, and the way the sun rises… Even if the world doesn’t deserve it.”
I laid my head on his shoulder. She didn’t move.
And for the first time in days, I allowed myself to cry uncontrollably. There was no cure. No solution.
Just two women in a quiet room, loving a girl who would never walk through that door again, but would always be everywhere we looked.
If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you: For years, I believed my marriage was solid. Then her brother showed up at my door with a truth so astonishing that it changed everything I thought I knew about my marriage. It taught me to trust my instincts.
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