The trailer Heather died in was a singlewide with moss so thick on the roof, it was beginning to sprout ferns and hemlock trees. Kelly took it in stride. She, of course, grew-up in trailers just like the one Heather died in, and it was almost easy for her to see it as home, which, of course, spoke pretty badly about her upbringing. And volumes about how far she’d come.
Stepping inside, Kelly almost gagged at the smell of rotten garbage, which had drawn hundreds of flies. The inside was far worse than the outside. Heather had died amongst the filth she lived in. The one couch was ripped and faded beyond recognition. There was little left. Kelly had a feeling Heather’s “neighbors” had helped themselves to anything of value Heather left behind, including the money Heather habitually kept in
