Brandy
I don't know how much time passed. To be honest, I didn't care.
I had long since stopped crying but I couldn't bring myself to disengage from Nate. I was comfortably snuggled safely against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, my face turned away from him to stare dazedly out the window.
There had been so much left out of my mother's death. So much so I wasn’t sure how to feel.
I was furious with myself for not looking into her death further back when the family still resided in Connecticut, especially during the time it happened. Maybe, I could have gotten some of these answers then? Though, knowing all of that… I didn’t know what that would have accomplished other than breeding more resentment and anger. From the few articles I'd found online in the past week regarding
