Raven
The box was heavier than I expected.
The ashes inside seemed to weigh more than my father ever did in life, and the idea of him reduced to this—just powder and bone fragments—made my throat tighten.
I swallowed hard as I held the urn against my chest, my hands trembling. The nurse who handed it to me had said something kind, I think. I couldn’t even remember. My ears were ringing too loudly, my thoughts too tangled to focus on anything that anyone said today.
All I could think about was my father and that note from Neil.
I wanted to go after Neil. And a stupid, crazy part of me was planning on it, even if I knew it could very well result in my death. But I had to do it. I just… had to handle some things here first.
The cab ride to my father’s house was suffoc
