Twenty-Eight: ReedThere was a moment of silence after the doctor spoke. Not something planned or required, just everyone holding the last breath they'd inhaled while she was still here. That's how I felt. Like I was waiting patiently for the world to open up and swallow me too. I found my hands pulling at the ends of my hair for no other reason than to have somewhere to put them. A tortured sound escaped Mrs. Stone's lips, and it the room suddenly became suffocating. Rowyn was staring blankly at the bed, tracing the crocheted pattern on the afghan as though she couldn't hear the steady sobs now ricocheting around the room. I grabbed her hand tightly and pulled towards the door. She pulled back at first, but seemed to recognize our surroundings soon enough to realize it wasn't the place for
