I woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast, and I tossed on my robe and headed to the kitchen. It wasn't unusual for Katie to make some eggs for me in the morning, but today was a little different.
Katie absolutely looked like crap. Her eyes were swollen and red, her face pale. She didn't look like she'd slept more than an hour or so all night. I went to her and wrapped my arms around her, and she started in with the crying again. I turned off the burner on the stove and took her back to her bedroom, where I lay with her and cuddled her like I had the day before.
"I went to sleep so easily," she told me, "but I woke up really quick, and it all hit me again. I think I cried all night."
"Shh, Katie-Bear, it's going to be okay. I know it doesn't feel like it, but it will be."
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