I lay in bed listening to Sarah McLachlan, holding the sheets tightly. I stared at the painting of Peter, his dark hair in the wind, his blue eyes, and I drifted off to sleep with the song ’Angel’, like a whispering lullaby drifting me away as if on a ship at sea.
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