Chapter 39
Jessica
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The funeral was scheduled for nine days later. My mother was handling it hard, spending hours in their bedroom, crying and going through photo albums. Even though they’d only known each other for four years, she’d said it had seemed like a lifetime.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do without him, Jessica,” she kept repeating.
Tank was also taking it hard, but handling it differently. He became distant and moody, not wanting to talk to anyone about how he really felt. Then there were times that he’d flip out over the smallest of things, and I began to wonder if he was self-medicating with drugs.
“He’ll be fine,” said Raptor when I talked to him about it right before the funeral. “He was like this when Krystal died.”
“He was not like this when Krystal died,
