My Sister Called to Say Mom Had Died—While Mom Was Standing Right Beside Me

here,” I said carefully.

“It’s Mom,” she sobbed. “Oh God, Amara, Mom is gone. She had a heart attack last night at Oak Haven. The nurse called me at three in the morning. They tried everything, but it was too late.”

I stared at my mother’s back as she shifted into crane pose, perfectly balanced against the rising sun.

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