« She’d be so proud. »
At the cemetery, Aunt Karen wrapped her hand around my wrist, squeezing every time I looked ready to drift away. People filed past, each leaving a few soft words.
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I tried to smile, but my cheeks felt numb.
Then I saw a woman with tangled blonde hair, holding a baby boy. She was staring right at me, not the casket.
I met her eyes for a second before looking away. Something about her felt like a question I wasn’t ready to answer.
I tried to smile
Aunt Karen nudged me. « Let’s get through this, honey. The pastor’s starting the final service now. »
I gripped the edge of the program, breath shallow.
The pastor talked about sacrifice and single mothers, about strength in small things. I kept my eyes forward, because if I let them roam, I knew I’d fall apart.
