cold.
“I know,” I said.
“Do you?”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her that I understood everything now. That I understood the pain, the fear, the loneliness, the impossible choices.
But I didn’t.
Not yet.
Maybe not at all.
So I told the truth.
“No,” I said. “But I want to.”
She studied me for a long second.
Then the nurse guided her through the door, and she disappeared into the room.
I remained in the hallway, staring at the empty chair where she had been sitting.
For several minutes, I did nothing.
I didn’t visit my best friend.
I didn’t move.
I simply stood there while the life I thought I understood rearranged itself into something I barely recognized.
Eventually, I walked to the nurses’ station.
A young nurse glanced up from her computer. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here for Sophie Miller,” I said.
