A cup of hot coffee was perfect to start off that cold day for Det. Darren.
It had been a week since his mother died. His step brothers and sisters were busy organizing the funeral. He wasn't planning on attending the funeral. He was still in denial. Acting like everything was normal.
But that added to the hurt even more.
He pretended to be so engrossed in work most of the time when infact, he thought about his dead mother…
Why did she have to leave so soon?
He had searched for her his whole life only to be with her for what? Thirty days? Just thirty days! Thirty days that only felt like seconds…
He stood beside the kitchen sink in his pajamas, staring outside the window at the gloomy day. But that's how the days were for him the recent days…
Dark, cold, gloomy days. And as t
