Two Months On

Two months had a way of reshaping grief into something that looked like routine. It did not heal everything, it simply taught people how to carry new weights without collapsing. For some in the city, time had become a thin membrane stretched so tight it threatened to snap.

For others, it had offered a small mercy: the moments of rawest fury and disbelief no longer rose unbidden at the sight of a familiar street or a remembered laugh. They softened into memory, and life moved ...