Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep A voice echoed in my head. “Five beeps means that it’s for them, not me,” my dad had said, pointing to the machine next to the bed. I glanced at the empty space where he’d been, his words now sounding like a prophecy. Cords, wires, tubes—everything about him had looked … Continue reading The Place Where Home Isn’t