My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

in them was not something I could control or predict. It was theirs to do something with or not, and the outcome was theirs to live with either way.

I picked up Lucía’s hand on the terrace in the dark and held it the way I have held it for forty-three years, without thinking about it, because it is the most natural thing I do.

We had built a life. A continue reading …