Chapter 6
The room was quiet when I woke up the next day, and for the briefest moment, I forgot my mom had died. I stretched and opened my eyes, and it all came rushing back. Tears sprang to my eyes and I swiped at them, furious.
I was mad now. Still sad, but angry. How could my mom be gone? After all she had gone through, it seemed so unfair. Hate surged through me, directed at only one person: my father. He did this. Her death was his fault. The authorities would know that, right? I was supposed to meet with the detective and the prosecutor this week, but that might change now.
I rolled over and noticed I was alone. A quick glance at my phone told me it was almost noon. s**t! I had to get over to the hotel to meet with my grandparents and Pamela.
Jeff walked in as I was getting ready
