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I left the hospital without looking back.
The cold evening air hit my face as I stepped through the automatic doors. People were coming and going around me with flowers, balloons, and smiles… completely oblivious to the earthquake that had just shattered my life.
I sat in the car.
For several minutes I just stood there.
With hands on the steering wheel.
Breathing.
Remembering.
Remembering each moment that now had a different meaning.
Kevin arriving late from work.
Kevin “helping” Sierra when she moved to the city.
My mother insisting that I should “be patient” when fertility treatments didn’t work.
Everyone knew it.
Everyone except me.
