I tugged the zipper of my jacket up higher as a cold wind blew in off San Francisco Bay, and fought the urge to turn and ran back to the marina. I won’t run. This was something that had to be done, for me.
Maggie squeezed my hand, curling into my arm, and we began to walk into the small cemetery where my mom was buried.
I felt sick. Emotion stronger than I had felt in a long time swirled around my whole body, from hatred to



