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

my mother into the grave while my mother breathed in the ocean air.

I brought the phone back to my ear.

“Amara?” Dominique sniffed loudly. “Are you there?”

“I’m here,” I said, keeping my voice flat.

“It’s Mom,” she sobbed again, as if repeating it could make it true. “Oh God, Amara, Mom is gone. Heart attack last night at Oak Haven. The nurse called me continue reading …