"Then why did it happen?"
The question hung in the kitchen.
Neither of my parents answered.
Not because they didn't care.
Not because they weren't trying.
Because there wasn't an answer.
Not one that would bring Grady back.
Not one that would heal the wound inside me.
Not one that would make any of it make sense.
The silence stretched between us.
I hated it.
I hated the way everyone always became quiet when grief got too ugly. People were comfortable talking about loss when it sounded inspirational. They were comfortable discussing healing, faith, and moving forward. But the moment someone asked the questions that had no answers, the room always seemed to go silent.
I laughed bitterly and wiped at my face.
"See?"
Neither of them spoke.
"That's exactly what I mean."
My voice
