His Death, My Awakening

ews was like gas

a new audience. Blogs, social media, gossip sites-they all

who faked an attack to t

ith Emily. She' s a saint for p

k on Sarah. Is she on

reading about a character in a book, a sad, pathetic girl I barely recogn

medical journal. I heard the hushed tones of the housekeeper, then my father' s mor

voice barely a whisper.

I could feel his presence in the

ayes wa

was nodding and smiling a little too eagerly. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark

out my parents' explicit permission. He hadn't come here as a guest; he had been granted an audience. My family, for all their wealth, still b

lbow. "Sarah, why don't you go upstairs and rest? Y

in a mother' s fabricated concern. They wanted me

grasp, not violently, but with a quiet

rk eyes that used to hold so much warmth for me. He was still handsome. I coul

kening of my pulse. There was only a profound and weary disconnect. It was like watch