g her, and Mark stood stiffly beside us, his eyes distant. A crooked necktie she had made for him in preschool, which he had

her absence. I fell asleep on the couch, exhauste

loth on my forehead, bringing me water. He sat with me all night, a silent, brooding presence. For

ne. He sat on the edge of the coffee ta

et's get

ld. "Okay," I said. I reached into my bag and pulled out th

d. "You... you agr

es

hink with Emily. She's dying, Sarah. It's her dying wish t

"I'll still be here for you. For you and Lily.

rs and a pen across

How's Lily? I'll take her to the rescue vehicle

me. He didn' t know. He didn't

l log. A picture of a sunset taken from a helicopter, with the caption, "My hero flies me to see the best views." A post detailing his worried

all gathering in our backyard with just me, Jessica, an

lew open. Mark stormed in

he quiet yard. "Did you report Emily to the aviation

s why Lily got sick? Because of your lack