The first few days are a blur. Tear-streaked. I can’t remember things from one moment to the next.
I’m at a hotel on the Ohio River. His city. My hometown. Pittsburgh.
My sister and I drove separate cars and we don’t know why. Because we were zombies walking around the house last night in silence, me occasionally so…
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