A Lifetime

Prologue

Be honest. Even when it feels like the hardest thing to do. Because it’s not. Losing someone is the hardest.

This difficult truth was beating her in the face...in the chest.

The truth, as she knew it to be, was that the one, the soul that spoke to hers, gave it all back. I wasn’t good enough for him to keep, to savor, to care for.

He just handed it all back. Not tied in this pretty little bow, but in this ugly web of deceit. Wait, he didn’t hand it to her. It was thrown at her like she was the same. The same as all the others before her. And after her.

He didn’t want her love anymore. He didn’t deserve her trust, so he relinquished that back to her as well.

Now, it was ripping her heart out. She grabbed the steering wheel and nearly collapsed on it. As her forehead laid against its leather exterior, she could hear her door open. She looked up over her left shoulder. Her mom was looking down at her, tears filling her eyes too. Her eyes drifted to the blood-soaked shirt that she knew was once her daughter’s favorite.

“Come on.”

She walked her daughter inside.