HOME, SWEET HOME
Marissa woke up sobbing, drenched in her own tears, and she could not catch her breath or quiet herself. She was wrapped in two blankets, unable to get warm, knowing she was going to have to find a way to be stoic, tough, and in general, kick some ass. Her long hair was matted from her tears and her normally nicely done fingernails were a mess. She’d been picking at them in her sleep. Julie had phoned twice last night, lengthy ramblings, which told Marissa that Julie had been drinking in order to bolster her tone toward Marissa.
“I want an explanation that is more than some legal mumbo jumbo about Daddy’s estate. He never made me feel that I was not his daughter. Never. So you’re not going to do it either. I am going to get a lawyer to sort this out, in spite of what you
