I Sat Alone Waiting for My Kids on My 60th Birthday Then a Police Officer Arrived With Unexpected News

this for a while, and then I stopped believing it, and somewhere in the transition between those two states I began to cry. Not loudly. Not dramatically. I sat at my birthday table in my dress with my hair done and I cried into one of the napkins I had ironed that morning, and the candles burned down around me, and the house was very quiet.

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