When Lungs Hold Grief
The breath we hold, the pain we misname, and the healing that begins when someone finally listens.
“Coffee service has been discontinued. Please support the new café in the lobby. Thank you for your understanding.”
Norah didn’t realize it at first. Just stood there, mug in hand, staring at the empty counter where the coffee pot used to be. All she wanted was the quiet ritual of pouring the first cup. Breathing in steam. Holding warmth.
Her sister had g…