Casey’s POV:My Cora was gone. She spoke to me last at the old house’s entrance. She had sat in her wheelchair and needed to bring her bowl close to her face to eat. When she tried to tie my tie, she could not even make a proper knot.The last thing she said was, “The weather’s getting warmer, but still, wear more layers. Don’t catch a chill.”There were so many signs. She had been telling me goodbye all this while, and I had overlooked everything.…As I was walking downstairs, I missed a step and fell to the ground. My heartbeat went out of rhythm, as if something was pulling me down. My chest tightened painfully.A few kids ran past me, laughing until they nearly fell, finding it hilarious to see an adult fall.I got up, opened my car door, sat down, and could not shake the feeling that something was wrong today.I thought, maybe I would tell Cora this embarrassing story when I got home tonight. Perhaps she would laugh. She had not laughed in so long.When she was little, C
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