This Time I’m Done Fighting
When he saw me, his tear-streaked face crumpled, and he grabbed my hand, refusing to let go.
"Helena, until the very end, Bryan kept saying he was sorry..."
I placed a bouquet of white roses on the coffin and looked at Bryan.
Affection that comes too late is worthless. The same is true for family.
It was all useless now. My heart was empty. There was no hatred, but no love either.
I treated him as I would any stranger, showing only the appropriate respect.
After the ceremony, the crowd dispersed.
I lit a cigarette at the cemetery gate while I waited for my driver.