Rowan
Cutter is gone, and I'm alone, but I have a plan today. I haven't been over to my parents' for Sunday dinner since we lost Etta. All the things we used to do had tarnished, no longer shining for any of us. Looking at the empty spot where her seat sat was more painful than any of us had ever imagined.
Getting out of my car, I take a deep breath when I realize I'm the last one to show up. Truth be told, even though I called my mom and told her I'd be coming, I don't think any of them truly thought I'd be here. But it's imperative I be here today, I have to explain to them what's going to happen. I don't necessarily need their blessing, but I want it. I desperately need them to understand what I've been going through, and the only way to do that is to tell them. After talking all of t
