The moments in a person’s life where everything changes aren’t even the most catastrophic. Sometimes it’s in the hours of empty that follow the catastrophe. In the hours where you feel the life fade away…
What kind of sick bastard—
My first instinct was to block it out. My first instinct was to make it so it didn’t happen, and I was good at it. I couldn’t be Jennifer anymore—so I lost her. I buried her, with…
A mother is supposed to love her kid, so why…? Why ?
I can remember every detail of her room that day. I remember the movement of the sun across us both. I remember the patched […]