Loss and Found

Judy’s throat tightened as she surveyed the remnants of Grandma’s house. She refused to cry. Suck it up, she told herself. It’s just stuff. David handed her lukewarm coffee in a plastic cup. Courtesy of the Red Cross, he told her. “It’s my fault, I could have removed Grandma’s things two days ago. Now, everything […]

via Loss and Found — My Million Words

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