“Allison made it to the bottom of the polished oak staircase before she had to sit on the last step to find a familiar point of reference. Saturated, she thought, that is a great word. Saturated with hope, love, sadness and happiness all at once. She stared down at her pink toes, curling them against the wood floors she and John had refinished so long ago, making sure she was conscious and alive.”
