
zzed. It was a call from Stacey’s father. “Abraham, there’s been an accident. S…
zzed. It was a call from Stacey’s father. “Abraham, there’s been an accident. Stacey… she’s gone.” “What? No, that’s impossible. I just talked to her last night!” “I’m so sorry, son. It happened this morning. A drunk driver…” Stacey was the love of my life. She died so suddenly, and I could barely process it. […]