Trevor's mind was fixed. He left no room for mourning.
He wanted nothing more than to desperately erase her just as quickly.
I sat on the chair; my gaze fixed on the gloomy sky.
The elders all wore black. They circled the pile of sticks multiple times before stopping.
I heaved. The thought of Bridget under the white cloth on the pile caused bile to rise.
But I swallowed. The bitter taste lingered.
Never would I have imagined a day like this would come. So sudden.
And I could do nothing but sit still, wearing black.
Nothing I'd do will bring her back from the dead.
"She's about to cross to a better place." An elder spoke. My shoulders jerked.
Better place my f*****g ass.
Her better place should've been here with me, away from Trevor.
Her better place was OUR plan to travel the w
