”Don’t you think going to the rest of them would be a waste of time? Most importantly, promise me that you are not crying and you won’t cry.” Cara says over the phone as I drive towards the apartment of the next person whose name is on the list with tears streaming down my face.
I know deep down that my Mom isn’t dead. Every damn night I see her in my dreams and it is all because she is still alive somewhere and I hope sane.
“Victoria?” Cara soft voice calls my name and I sniff.
“It might not be a waste of time. Who knows, one of them might be able to testify for us on the final day.” I reply with a broken voice and she sighs.
“Victoria, you cried and you are still crying.” She replies and I sniff as more tears stream down my face.
Why does everything have to be so difficult? Why does
