Delivering the bad news…

What can you really do?

Should I say “I’m sorry”?

Should I say “I tried”?

Everything happens for a reason.

But what could it be this time?

Did this person deserve it?

No. No one deserves this.…

The halls feel empty and dark.

The only thing that made a noise was the clock.

Maybe I could turn back time.

Perhaps I could’ve been something else….

Nope. This is my career and I must be brave.

I feel the urge to run away but my feet keep moving forward.

I try to think of what to say but my mind is blank.

I’m not the one who has the bad news.

Yet I feel nervous and my hands are sweaty.

Sweat moves down my palms to my fingers like a broken faucet….

I reach the couple and start to speak but I’m like a broken record, my words on repeat…

I take a deep breath and go again.

This time, I say the words…”I’m sorry….”