She laughed for the first time in hours when she realized the bottle of Scotch she poured from was leftover from their wedding, twenty one years ago.
Donna looked in the mirror. She looked wrecked, but felt relief wrestling with guilt more than grief.
The first phone call, from a stranger at base camp, wasn’t even
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