Tiffany had spent those evenings wandering the halls because she could not bear to go home alone.
Ezoic
She was too young to understand everything that was happening, but she understood fear. She understood waiting. And she understood hope.
She told me she would peek into rooms, looking for signs of life, of strength. Watching me continue to hold on gave her something to believe in during those long nights. Sitting with me, she said, made her feel less alone.
Ezoic
Her mother did not recover.
