Moments Under The Sun.

years. My library wasn't grand, but it was mine-a collection of books I'd read a doze

ad been on my mind all week. I'd spoken to her recently, and though she insisted she was fine, I knew better. She wasn't one to complain or s

ing the silence. I glanced at the

wered, already

ng. "Isa collapsed at work. She's at the

sed?" My voice cracked, and I cleared my thro

laire replied quickly. "I-she's

be t

the door before realizing I'd left them on the desk. Swearing under my breath,

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e wheel tight as I fought to steady my thoughts.

yc

ne who made everything brighter, easier. I could still see her smile, hear her

n, she

, we were planning vacations and school events for the kids; the next, w

ld be worse than losing J

thought away. No. Isa wasn't Joyce

gered, a shadow

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from the rush. The sight of the building brought it all back-the endless

ve. Claire was already there, pacing nervously near the reception

d before I could ask. "They're run

er even as my own legs threatened to give out. "She

her eyes said she

her side. But I couldn't. I couldn't see her like that-not now. The memories of Joyce wer

ice low. "But I need you to stay with her, Cl

ening. She understood. "I will," she sai

habit I'd started after Joyce passed. Isa loved flowers, just like her

" she as

hallway, I turned and left, m

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of the doctor's voice,

need to talk to you

lained. The symptoms were worsening. She would need to take more p

over her, heavy and suffocating. She was losing more of hers

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a mix of worry and frustration. "What's going

are you here? You're su

" he admitted, a

her hands defensively. "I was panicked! I w

," Isa replied, her

y sorry. "I know. I'm

ine," she said finally. "I just... I don't want him w

u're my sister. You

ly looked at him, a small smile tugging