“Time of death: 10:41am.”
The words seemed to be heard by Dean and me, but not registered. Neither of us moved, and I felt unstoppable tears begin to blur my vision. This was Dad. He couldn’t be gone. Not now.
But he was, the voice in my head told me. And you never gave him a chance.
I ignored the voice and returned to the unreal situation, I turned my head barely noticeably towards my brother on my left. I hoped he didn’t know I was watching him, but I knew what this could do to him, and how he’d felt about Dad. In my gut I knew that the pain I was feeling right now (although it...
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