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Sleep was fitful in brief snatches. Although I still felt bad about myself for not preventing Sasha’s suicide, my thoughts focused on Megan and what she must be going through. I wanted to be there for her. Sasha was her blood. No one understood the tumultuous pain of losing a blood relative to suicide more than me. I turned off the alarm long before it had a chance to ring and sprang out of bed. I wanted to call her but it was only five o’clock. There was a good chance she had trouble sleeping and was up like me, but she also may have just fallen asleep after struggling with her thoughts all night. If so, she needed her sleep and it would be both selfish and unfair to wake her. I strolled to the bathroom and debated what to do as I brushed my teeth. Watching the bathroom wall clock gru
