On the day of my funeral, Neil stood at the front holding a portrait of me.
The photo had been cut from our wedding photo.
After 8 years of marriage, he couldn't find a single photo of me alone on his phone.
Mom stopped Rita outside the funeral hall.
"Don't go in."
Rita stared at her. "Mom..."
"Don't call me that." Mom's voice was hoarse.
"I never kept you away from Alma while she was alive. This is her final farewell. Stay away from her."
Tears slid down Rita's face.
Dad turned away and, in the end, said nothing for her.
After the guests left, Officer Nolan arrived with new findings.
The recovered footage showed that Rita's car had pulled over for 4 minutes before hitting me.
She saw me leave the prenatal clinic, then turned around and drove back to the intersection.
She hadn
