6:00: The guest room alarm buzzes. I roll out of bed and stretch. Clear California skies are brightening outside the window.
6:30: I dress in quiet – we have stopped talking in the mornings and the closed master bedroom door speaks volumes. This has to end, I think, resigned.
6:45: I leave the CD from yesterday playing for the short drive. I force a smile on my face when I enter the office and see my friend, “Good morning!” I say more cheerfully than I feel. Utter incomprehension passes across her face – her pale face – and she says, “You haven’t heard?”