Chapter 15By the time I got home that night, I was exhausted but could not sleep. The funeral home had never seemed so empty. And I had never felt so completely lost and utterly alone. Mama was here, of course, but she was in the back of the shop and Charlie was embalming her. She’d be here for a few more days and then I would be entirely alone.
I had never imagined any scenario or situation in which I lived in the funeral home by myself, without Mama, without Daddy, without anyone.
I was devastated.
I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I had to leave. I put on my coat, grabbed the keys to my truck, and headed out the door. I had to get away. Had to drive. Had to think.
Without planning on it, I found myself on Highway 78 headed to Memphis. It was less than two hours to Memphis
