I went in this morning to wake Delia up for church. She was groggy, and I stared down at her in sort of a stupor and then put my head down and rested my ear on her chest. 'I can hear your heartbeat,' I said quietly.
And then I started to cry.
I have been so sick for so long. I'm not depressed. But my body is giving out. I went off some medication
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