Chapter 27Death was a new kind of life.
Out of all the random and chaotic thoughts that Felicity had had since news of her mother’s death, that was the one that she liked the most. She repeated it to herself like a mantra as she followed through with all the plans that were now set in motion, and then to herself as she tried to fall asleep at night. Death, death was a new kind of life.
At times, she’d be overrun with despair. She’d be fine and then burst into tears. She’d feel numb and be unable to eat, only slugging down Ensure until the scent of it made her cry. One afternoon, she went from rage at her mother’s junk and the roaches that were still here, to sobbing over the couch when she found a note in her mother’s writing, and then maniacal laughter as she found a joke book in a bath
