“And we went in. One of us turned first, one of us was already gone. Into our empty houses, two girls at the need of the world, separated by dim rooms just a few dozen feet apart. One of us fell easily asleep, a million days left except that particular one, forever almost over, an ending that happens again and again no matter how much I don’t want it to. Maybe that’s all loss is. What happens, whether you like it or not. What won’t let you go.”
