Brian’s chest no longer heaved up and down and I felt myself break and fall into the black abyss that is grief. Time became a blur after that and I zoned out for long periods. Getting home from the hospital is the first thing I blacked out.
One second I was letting go of Brian’s hand and exiting the room. The next I was standing outside of my apartment door. My body still felt numb, and I barely registered the doorknob’s cool metal as I entered inside. I slipped off the shoes I had been given by a kind nurse.
Without bothering to change out of the clothes I’d worn for the past 24 hours and slumped onto the couch. Closing my eyes I slept until I heard my phone ringing by my head. I was going to turn it off but I realized the number was from my office. “Hello?” I answered, my voice scratc
