“Teach me,” my words stumbled out. “Teach me how to lose my daughter.”
Surely this godly woman who’d lived through the horrific murder of her son could tell me how to keep from drowning in the waters of grief that suffocated me.
Her eyes widened, startled, and she drew a sharp intake of breath.
“I can’t do that,” she shook her head. She took a step backward. I thought she would walk away, but instead she reached toward me and gripped both my arms.