Natallie St. Onge , Executive News Editor
• March 20, 2019
It was there as much as I was, except everything within me knew I shouldn’t have been there. It knew its place. I knew where I was sitting, too, on a bed with quilts and pillows left behind for the wash. It sits on the nightstand underneath the TV that tries to make the room look new, but it owns the place as much as he did. It was wrong as much as it was right, it being there. Just there. Me, being there.