Neither can I.
It is a dream. A very bad one. He's at school. He's going to text or call soon.
"I can't imagine what you are going through" is the most common theme of conversations involving Ian. I can't imagine either. I think if the reality ever fully kicks in I will lose what is left of my mind and my heart will cease to beat.
The plain truth is, I don't want to go "there." The most peace I can find is in those brief moments when reality is elusive and I can live in denial.
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