Nobody said anything.
Daniel died at 4:16 in the morning.
The doctor came into the waiting room and said they had done everything they could, but the second episode had been too severe.
I sat in that plastic chair and heard the words and felt something inside me go very still.
The way a room goes still after a door slams shut and the echo finally fades.
I called my sister.
I asked her to come.
She arrived within the hour, and she held my hand in the parking garage while I stood next to my car and breathed the cold night air and tried to locate my own grief somewhere in the numbness.
