Bøger af K C

Keona sat outside the hospital trying to bring herself to turn the car off and go inside. Her thoughts raced back and forth, between past and present, seemingly at the speed of light. She blinked back tears and took slow deep breaths. "Calm down Keona," She whispered, but she could feel her palms began to sweat. The more her memories washed over her, the heavier her chest became. After everything she had sacrificed to leave this man, this burden, in her rearview, she found herself sitting outside this hospital digging up all these emotional corpses. She allowed their foul smell to torment her. Her tears streamed down her face warm and familiar. Those tears of regret, anger, deep sorrow, and even guilt. She laid her head on her steering wheel and for this moment she was open. There she sat, head pressed against the wheel, sweaty hands gripping tightly, and bracing for whatever would come. The impact was slow and meticulous. The weight of her sorrow was heavy, but anticipated.