I stared at her and for one second I thought grief had finally broken something in her. A laugh. Not the kind that comes from shock. Loud and wild.. A real laugh. Low. Deep. The kind that starts inside and won’t let go even if you try to hold it...
I stared at her and for one second I thought grief had finally broken something in her. A laugh. Not the kind that comes from shock. Loud and wild.. A real laugh. Low. Deep. The kind that starts inside and won’t let go even if you try to hold it...