KATRINA’S P O V
I was wide awake in bed, listening to the sound of my own labored breathing.
Perhaps Cohen was right. The only relief we might possibly find is in death. What about my grandmother, though? My son that I haven’t seen yet after taking away from me? If I die, what would happen to them?
Tomorrow, I’d decide. That was where I’d start.
I would make myself have fun. I’d live in the moment. I might even buy favorite flavour of ice cream. Because why the hell not?
My life became less uncertain and I was able to sleep better as a result of having a purpose.
Walking into Mediocre Medical Center was like entering a sanctuary. I stood still, inhaled deeply, and then breathed in, right into my bones.
Joe, my favorite person right now ambled out, and immediately bur
