Kandace

I’m having trouble fathoming the last seven hours as I sit beside my mother and brother in the hospital waiting room. It’s a blur, and yet as I sip my stale coffee, I’m numb. Beyond the windows the sun is rising, bringing color to the sky. Justin has been drifting off to sleep for a few minutes and waking back up with a start. Each time, he asks the same question. Mom is quiet, too quiet, as her bloodshot eyes continually fill with ...