196|Bury An Asshole-Part 1

The only funeral Natalie had ever attended was her mom's, seven years ago.

She remembered the days leading up to those final moments so clearly because it rained for a week non-stop in Sparrow Beach, a strange phenomenon for a town that prided itself on its warm weather to match the balmy temperament of its residents.

It rained sometimes. Just not often. Just not every day for a week straight like it did back then.

It was like Natalie and her siblings didn't have enough tears to express all their grief and sorrow, and the heavens above had decided to intervene and help them out.

The rain, relentless and steady in its stubbornness to share in their mourning, was as quietly unobtrusive as the depression that had snuck in soon after the doctors informed them nothing more could be done for June Taylor.

No, the rain never bothered Natalie.

It was the eerie silence that crept in once the doctors turned their white-coated backs and returned to the business of saving lives or breaking hearts—