Back To Hospital
Back in the sterile hospital room, I held the coroner’s report in my hand, its weight as heavy as the truth it contained. Kelsey lay before me, her breath shallow, her once-vivid spirit now fragile and faded, worn down by the passage of time and the burden of regret. As I entered, a faint spark of recognition flickered in her eyes. She seemed to sense the gravity of what I brought with me—the undeniable truths unearthed from the field of memory. This was her story too, woven into a shared tapestry of loss and revelation. As I approached, the silence hung thick between us, demanding words for what had long been left unsaid.
Back To Hospital
Finding A Connection
Kelsey’s room was cloaked in an eerie stillness as I leaned in and whispered, “I found them.” Her frail hand rested in mine, delicate yet grounding. Her eyes fluttered open, and silent tears slipped free, carving soft trails down her cheeks. For a fleeting moment, the weight of the years felt almost insubstantial. In that quiet exchange, a fragile connection emerged—subtle yet profound—bridging the chasm between the world we inhabited and the one fractured by time.
Finding A Connection
