PART 1 — The Empty Chairs Beside My Hospital Bed Explained More Than Words
My right hand went numb before I reached the stage. Behind me, somebody dropped a champagne glass, and I turned toward the sound because it seemed more important than the strange, heavy beating inside my chest. “Claire, are you all right?” I tried to answer the woman beside the aisle. There was no air for the words. Six steps. I remembered taking six steps after the announcement. On the seventh, …
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