28. All Alone
I woke up in my father’s house, I had come to spend the last months of his remaining life with him, I had slept in. Maybe I knew because it was so cold because he hadn’t been able to close the windows in the night, or because it was dark because he hadn’t been able to turn on any lights, but even before I felt the cold I simply felt alone, more alone than I’d ever felt in my life, different, not alone as you are when everyone in the room leaves, but as you are when they leave, and you know they’re never coming back.
I’m sure you can all guess what I found when I went upstairs.