The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Nevaeh sat on the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on her elder brother, David, who was staring out of the window with a distant look in his eyes. It had been a long day, a day when the weight of their mother's absence seemed to press down on them both a little harder.
"Nevaeh," David's voice was barely a whisper, tinged with guilt and sorrow. "I should have never been born. It's my fault, all of it was my fault. Only if I hadn't been a rebel and had listened to what mom used to say. I never understood that it wasn't her intereference in my life, she was just looking out for me. I never understood her, everyone suffered because of me. I am your and mom's sinner. I deserve all your hate and anger
