I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

counting in my head, hoping irrationally that he’d gasp again, that the pattern would continue.

But the silence stretched on.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The chest didn’t rise. The struggle was over.

Victor James Harmon had been permanently relieved of duty.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t wail. I didn’t throw myself across his body in theatrical grief.

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