Page 2 of Every Breath After


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“Come on, guys. On the bus. We’ll explain on the way.”

“No, where the fuck is Jeremy?”

“Will… Are you okay? Where are you? Did something happen?”

“Are you…are you sure?”

“No. No, that’s not possible.”

“Where’s Jeremy? I need…I need to talk to him.”

“He’s not answering me either.”

Here being a private waiting room on the sixth floor, surrounded by some of the most important people in my life.

“Her family is with her now. We don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“We have friends who are meeting us.”

“We’ll have someone bring them here when they arrive.”

“No one will bother you here.”

“We don’t know much yet.”

“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.”

“Where’s Jeremy?”

“Sit the fuck down before you pass out.”

“It’s gonna be fine. Just breathe, just breathe…”

Here being this uncomfortable chair where life as I know it shatters for the third time in my life.

“It might not even be her.”

“Did Ray and Eva even see her yet?”

“It’s not her. It can’t be, not after all this time. It has to be some mistake, some really fucked up mistake.”

“She died. They said she died. She can’t?—”

“Where did they find her?”

“Has anyone heard from Jeremy?”

“If this is some kind of joke, I’m going to?—”

“They have her sedated.”

It’s at the sound of his voice that time snaps forward, and it all comes rushing back. I come rushing back—back into my body, back into this small, private waiting room, back into this dream that isn’t a dream at all.

They have her sedated.

Her.

The words fall over the silent room, flat, almost clinical.

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