Chapter 3: The Girl in the Blue Dress
She turned the key.
Nothing.
She tried again.
Still nothing.
Then she dropped her forehead onto the steering wheel, and when her shoulders began shaking, I knew I wasn’t watching a bad night.
I was watching a woman who had been carrying too much for too long.
I grabbed my keys and started toward the door, but before I could reach her, the engine sputtered awake. She wiped her face, reversed too quickly, and disappeared into the storm.
I stood in my hallway with cold takeout in one hand and twenty years of memories pressing against my ribs.
In 2006, I was seventeen and learning that grief can change your body as quickly as it changes your life.
My parents died in a car accident on a wet highway.
I was in the back seat.
I was the only one who survived. Continue Reading ⬇️
