The day of the funeral. Sawyer couldn't believe he was thinking such a word let alone that it was happening. His father was busy planning the funeral and Tom was holed up in his room with his friends coming over one by one while he... he couldn't stand hearing footsteps up and down the stairs. Each time he thought it was his mother or Peggy and each time his small ray of light was shattered by more darkness and the reminder that neither one of them would ever be coming up the stairs or down them again. That Peggy would never open his room door with words to say about one thing or another and his mother wouldn't call his name. He hated the stairs and hated his room door every time it opened up and it was his aunt and not his lost sister or mother. He shut off his phone and turned away visit
