As if I were drunk, I staggered to my feet and wove out the door, down the long, long hallways to where Corbin did his work. It took me four tries to grip the knob and get it to open. Finally, I burst inside and collapsed in his office chair, smelling him. Missing him.
Only then, when I was alone in the dark, was I able to meet my grief head on. It hit me like a train, and before I knew it I was sobbing, sobbing, sobbing the day away.
