Step 41. Be Prepared to Stop
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I hear the gunshot.
Although I had already been on my knees, the involuntary and sudden impact of hitting the hard, rocky gravel on the ground knocks the wind out of me. Pain is concentrated to my chest, and oddly, also to the rocks jutting into my back. My vision darkens and dances like someone tuning a very old black and white television set. I have no strength to vomit from the nausea this creates, so I just shut my eyes instead.
This is it, I think with calm certainty. My very last exhale. While time at the cabin this week has sped up unnaturally more than once, now it is mercifully slow enough that I can process some last thoughts. At least I got to see Eric’s big brown eyes land on mine one last time. And the impossible dream of my sweet M
