I spent a week at home, all alone, doing everything by myself, just wishing my mother hadn't died. Dylan was studying abroad and I had no wish to disturb him.
Just wishing that she hadn't gone out shopping where she met with an accident that changed my life, two years ago. I was never close to my dad or at least not in years.
I could hear them argue, though my room was far away from theirs. I would quickly change the pillowcase the next morning making sure they didn't find it wet, it would be enough for them to know I had heard.
I was hardly fourteen when I decided I wouldn't marry. I wouldn't want my child to witness arguments and wonder why her parents weren't like others who loved each other.
The words that my mum would use every time, got imprinted in my brain. The
