As we drive home from the funeral, all the thoughts of my past rush into my memory. Uncle Carl, ill never understand why he stayed with Aunt Karen. I remember once when I was five, Uncle Carl was trying to tell me a bedtime story. Aunt Karen caught him and abruptly made him stop what he was doing. He always tried, anyway he could, to be nice to me. I look up and just stare out the windshield at the town I grew up in. The town I will one day have to leave with Tabitha, and I've never felt freer.
I look over to Hannah, my mom's best friend, and I want to tell her how much I appreciate her presence through all of this. I have so many more questions about, well, everything! Past, present, and future.
“Hann--”
“Lins--”
We say at the same time.
“Sorry you go ahead” I said first.
“Uh--
