A few days had passed since the dinner at my mother's house, and here I was again. Standing in front of her home, Worried about what was on the other side of the door, and how it was all going to go. Luckily, It was just her and me today, but still.
Although, As terrible as last time went, What followed later that evening was amazing.
A cocky smile formed on my lips at the memory as I walked forward and knocked on the door. Today I was nervous for a completely different reason. I was here to talk about Drew and arrange his funeral with mother. I was still unsure how I felt about this whole thing.
He was my husband, But things fell apart between us years ago, and apart from the odd time he would visit with her or I'd come and visit here, I never saw him. I suppose since there was once
