I clung tightly to Richard’s arm as we entered the gray-tiled room.
“Are you ready?” asked the officer.
I took a deep breath, then nodded.
He whipped back the sheet, exposing the battered face.
Richard started to cry, but in the confusion one thought sustained me: Not her.
Author’s Note: This micro-fiction is written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s weekly challenge to write a ‘Five Sentence Fiction’ (found here). The word for this week’s challenge is ‘confusion.’