CHAPTER 161: Long Road Home

Sarah

It felt like drifting through an endless dream, each moment stretching into eternity. After my firstborn's death, grief enveloped me like a suffocating shroud. I retreated, closing my heart and mind to the outside world. Joy became a foreign concept, a distant memory I could no longer grasp.

Nothing could penetrate the fog of my sorrow because deep down, I knew I was fundamentally broken—I was not okay.

Just like then, my mind feels closed off, wrapped in a thick layer of ice. Driving aimlessly, stopping several times to watch the setting sun.

I'm heading into darkness, but whenever I hear my children's voices... Philip... these beloved sounds tug at me, urging me to turn back towards the fading light.

But why did I also hear my mother's voice?

I resume my journey. The world around me has been leached of color as if a cosmic artist has erased all pigment from the canvas of reality.

I'm traveling through an endless road surrounded by empty deserts. The monotony should be