She Told Them I Dropped Out of Medical School — Five Years Later, I Walked Into the ER as Her Attending Physician

only one in the room.

I organized a small funeral. Six people came. Sarah’s former foster sister drove up from Eugene. Two classmates. A nurse from the oncology ward who’d grown fond of her.

I stood at the front of a chapel that could hold sixty and read a eulogy to rows of empty pews.

That night, I sat alone in our apartment. Her coffee mug was still continue reading …