After my husband died, a nurse accidentally let it slip that a woman had been visiting him for several weeks before his death 

She nodded.

Tears slid down her face.

I looked back at the letter.

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She’s my sister.

I read the sentence three times.

Then I actually laughed.

Not because anything was funny.

It was the kind of laugh that comes when your mind has been pushed too far and simply stops knowing what emotion to choose.

“That’s impossible.”