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Something shifted for me that day, something that I realized had been shifting for a while. It was like the feeling I’d had as a child, when I’d taken off my roller skates after a few hours of skating and my feet would feel abnormally light and floaty. Or maybe like the feeling when I camped with my dad and Ryan, and we finally got to dump our gear on the ground after several hours of hiking, and I felt so light I could swear I was hovering a few inches above the ground.
I didn’t have a name for it, but it was lightness and lifting, and it had something to do with Lizzy. Something to do with sharing her death and its aftermath with Poppy, something with Poppy’s whispered words, is Lizzy the reason you’re afraid to let go with me?
I realized now, as I cradled Lizzy’s rosary in my palm
