It was a lazy mid-morning, one of those where you just don’t want to get out of bed. I remember becoming hyper-aware when the phone rang, suddenly.
“Hannah is dead” is all I heard my friend Caroline say on the other line.
Something broke inside of me.
“What do you mean Hannah is dead?” was my initial reaction. It simply couldn’t be. This wasn’t my life. It was all a joke … right?
Wrong. Caroline wasn’t being her normally playful self. Hannah had been in a car accident, and just like that, she was gone.