“We have to call the police,” Imani said, resting her head against mine. “She needs to be taken out of here, so Ana can … so she can sleep here for the night, and her house doesn’t reek of …” She trailed off and pressed her lips to my forehead again.
At some point, I had stopped my body from trembling, but I could feel the sadness lingering inside of me, ready to burst at any moment. All I could do was stare at Mom, lying dead on the couch with a suicide note beside her.
I brushed some brown hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Her skin felt so cold, and she felt so … so gone, like she had killed herself early this morning while Ana and I were at school.
“We can’t call the police,” Landon said from the doorway. “They won’t do anything about it, especially not after what w
