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21. Wren
Chapter 21 Wren The death rattle had started Tuesday during the evening, and not long after the sun rose Wednesday morning, Mom’s chest stopped moving. I’d made the call to hospice, then sat in numb silence, waiting for them to come and take her body way. Even though a ton of details awaited me, my mind had quieted, exhausted and numb from being awake half the night. I’d stood aside and let the nurse do what she had to, the first pricks of grief stinging my eyes when two guys had showed up to transfer Mom’s body to a gurney and wheel her from the apartment. Rather than going outside with them, I’d stayed put. It seemed like hours had slid by as I’d riffled through paperwork I’d already straightened, but I’d been beyond the point of tired and couldn’t sleep. Finally, my body had given
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