**Kait**

It’s not as though I’ve never experienced death before. I have, in fact, many times. It began with Nan, though I hadn’t seen the moment she died. Then, it was a drunk driver who hit the car of a mother and her child. When I arrived on the scene, the mother clutched her dying baby.

As the child drew their last breath, I saw that tiny glimmer I thought was a soul leave their body.

And now, with Azalea, even when I saw her pale and frozen face, I knew she ...