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I talked to her, told her where I'd been and what I'd done, how I was eating better and the doctor thought I was improving.
But talking made me cry. I couldn't let go of her.
When I'd finished school, after a big project, I'd planned to take the money I'd saved and the scholarship money and bring her to a little Nordic town she loved.
That day, the last day of my project, I had been exhausted but excited because it was almost time to go.
That very day Evelyn had jumped and the home we had been slowly building came apart.
We were so close to being happy — just a little bit further — and then she was gone.
Why couldn't she wait a little longer for her little Luna?
The wind howled. No answer came.
