The next few weeks were a blur. Well, maybe not a blur, because to me, a blur implies time moved quickly. It was quite the opposite. Life felt muted, like I was swimming deep underwater wearing a suit of armor. Time seemed to slow down and drag on forever. I spent my days at work on autopilot. People stared and whispered. News had spread quickly and I found myself being eyed with a mixture of pity and disdain. If I heard the words "I'm sorry for your loss" or "Everything happens for a reason" one more time, I might have screamed.
