I felt the shift of weight behind me as Meli sat up in bed. When I looked up, the sun blinded me and I closed my eyes into the brightness of the window, pressing my palms down onto the sheets. Two minutes since he’d said it.
I could feel Meli touching me, both of us naked in the golden light. Her voice, the one that said, “Do you love me?” just before the phone rang, completely replaced by Dad’s long-distance tenor.
The words echoed in my ears, the conversation on repeat in my head. Three minutes since he’d said it. Then I said it.
“Tony killed himself last night.”
Meli laid her cheek against my shoulder. I felt the wetness of her earliest tears and the softness of her hair over my back. Her fingers wrapped around my arm.
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