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#Chapter 87 - The Weight of It: Karin
And that’s when I break down.
I’m wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. My face is red and my nose is running.
I’ve essentially collapsed and it’s a blessing I’m in the wheelchair, or I’d have fallen out onto the floor, or draped myself over Ansel, probably messing up all of his tubes and wires.
My heart feels like it has shattered.
Not shattered.
Exploded. Into squishy, bloody, pink pieces of pulverized tissue.
Doc comes in with a nurse.
“Karin, it’s okay,” Doc says.
I can’t speak. I can’t get words out. I’m still balling. They wheel me out into the hall.
Doc looks down at me. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “This is really hard.”
I nod slowly. I can barely breathe.
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