I sink into one of the chairs and try to process everything.

Leah. Missing.

Leah. Dying.

It just doesn’t make sense.

She’s young. A force of life so bright at times I found it hard to be around her. I can’t imagine her not in this world. I can’t imagine that she’s si ck or hurting.

Or that she’s been suffering for a long time and I never noticed.

My chest aches and I rub at the center of it.

“I still have to make rounds,” Adam says. “And there is a chance that if Leah left, that maybe she doesn’t want to be found. She might be si ck of all of us.”

I nod.

but it may be true.

should’ve done so many things differently.

loved her.

at arm’s length. All the times she tried to make our marriage

help in the kitchen and make my food.

me in the library, reading one of her books, so

how many times I tried to relegate her to some background

she’s

Dying???

lose her. I can’t let

It’s not physical so much as a wave of grief that floods my

and pick up the pillow. Beneath the astringent smells of the hospital, I can scent her. That light fragrant smell of her hair

reenters the

can imagine what

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