Seven Days of Goodbye
By the end, he was on his knees, eyes begging.
Maybe his grief was too raw, because the crowd that had wanted to tear him apart finally eased up.
When they dressed me up, did my makeup, and slid me into the cremation chamber, Mom finally showed.
Behind her—no one. I'd seen it coming.
Dad never loved me. Not alive, not dead.
And Ruby? Word was everyone hated her now, chasing her off wherever she went. Probably cursing me somewhere, mad I was still ruining her life even from the grave.