"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
“I remember standing at the kitchen counter and the next memory is me opening my eyes and I’m lying on something red. I sat up and felt shattered glass falling on my chest from my face… I ran my hand down my chin and under my jaw where I felt something snag my finger.”
"He gets the video uploaded to Snapchat first. No time for a caption. It speaks for itself. He has it up on Instagram seconds later. By then, the ‘likes’ are already coming in. Dopamine floods into Mark’s brain..."
“'What the F*+k?' he yelled. 'Make her walk. That’s what is wrong with kids today'... It ended with two grown men with tears rolling down their faces."
"I screamed ‘MY SISTER DIED!’ and I chucked a cup of water across the room. A wave of relief washed over me as I thought now that my sister is gone, there was no way God would take my husband too."
