Arms: A Short Story

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I collapse into my sisters arms. The news of my husband's death is too much for me to handle and I weep with a sudden wild abandonment. I had always warned Brently to be careful when he was working and I suppose the railroad disaster was no one's fault at all. Still I feel empty inside, but not in the way in which I had been mourning. With grief still weighing heavily upon me, I wanted to be alone. The upstairs bedroom is where I open the window and begin to think deeply. The warm spring air that enters the room gives me a renewed sense of freedom. The exhaustion that had haunted my body seemed to dissipate with each breath of air. My heart was racing as I came to the realization that I was finally free! Free from the control of my husband
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