Kaylene
I had one week to grieve. One week of complete silence and darkness where the only thing that could be heard was my sobs, until that too was no more. I cried for what was, what could have been and what would never be. In one week, I went through all five stages of grief.
Denial that I was ever pregnant and lost it. That there was a chance I couldn’t get pregnant again. Denial that Kerry was gone, even after all she did to me and my mother. I never wished death upon her. I never wanted her to suffer in the matter that she did. The thought that Along with her guilt that Care dr.gged and tortured her until she saw death as her only option was unacceptable.
Bargaining for a better outcome. Where we all could have gotten past this. That there could have been a day where we found
