Forty-Two: RowynIt was entirely possible that I walked out of the woods with my eyes closed. I didn't really remember leaving, or saying my goodbyes to our friends and some acquaintances. There were a few too many comments about Rose being part of a “greater plan,” and too much talk about the turning of the wheel of life from people I thought I knew. It seemed a whole lot easier to spout off that kind of crap when it wasn't your best friend or daughter who was gone. Every time someone fed me some sort of cliché, it felt like they were taking away my right to feel this broken, and it hurt.
Tristen and my mother trailed behind slightly, as getting him to leave anywhere was like herding a cat. I blinked into the fall sun before I heart suffered a small stroke because I could have sworn I saw
