RIO
After the service, I was numb. I couldn’t process what was happening; my mind was still locked on the sight of the casket being lowered, and I don’t think I’d ever be able to forget the image of it.
It felt like a level of betrayal, allowing Liam and David to escort me away.
Was I really going to leave her there?
Was six feet enough to keep her safe? What if the volume and weight of the dirt c***k the wood? All these annoying thoughts and more bombarded me, all crashing through the barriers of reality at once.
There was no rest within me.
If it wasn’t for the incessant questions weighing me down, the voice was.
I can’t explain it, but I think I might have had a psychotic break. I was hearing a voice, and she was angry. Very angry.
She wanted whoever was responsible to be held
