Andrea
I was sitting on the dock in the back that night, a few days after my mother’s funeral. I swear, I was seeing things. After helping dad with the preparations, I swear I saw Liam in the distance, watching the funeral. My mind was playing tricks on me. If he were here, he surely would have come up to me and said something, right?
Losing my mother was the worst pain I have ever imagined. It was worse than the miscarriage. It was worse than losing Liam. I lost my best friend, my other half, my confidant. A girl needed her mom. She was supposed to be here when I graduated college. She was supposed to be here when I found the man of my dreams. She was supposed to help me with my make-up, get my wedding dress on and give me some wifey advice for the start of my marriage. She was supposed
