Two weeks later
Kay
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I had lost track of the days. I didn’t go to work, in fact, I hardly got out of bed. It was all I could do to shower and brush my teeth. The only time I had made any sort of effort was to visit Seth and for Peter’s funeral. Even then, I had to push myself to go; it was my fault. I didn’t want to face his mother, his family. I had been the reason for both her sons’ deaths. In the end, I had to go, to pay my respects to my savior one last time.
I stayed in the back of the church, wanting as little attention as possible. It didn’t make a difference though; his mother came over and I cringed, waiting for the tirade I expected she would unleash on me. Instead, she hugged me tightly and we both sobbed; no words were exchanged, no words were able to convey what we
