I was awake most of the night thinking about Anna. When I started trembling this morning James gathered me into his arms and held me until I had to let him go so he could get to work. I couldn't get warm and huddled in blankets till after noon. Outside it was awash with rain: it hammered on the ridge vents, dripped dolefully from the gutters, extended its damp, insistent fingers into the den where I sat shivering, wrapped in a fleece blanket. So hard to believe she's gone.
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