“As we drove home, I glanced at her worn-out face resting against the window and I felt something unknowable about Sabrina, some sadness at her core that moved between us like a sickness. Where did it come from? Or had it always been there, growing inside of her, filling her lungs with it’s liquid weight. “Sabrina,” I whispered, tapping her shoulder, but she was already asleep, and for the first time in my life, I missed someone sitting right beside me.”
