I can’t recall much of the funeral or the days that follow.
All I can remember is that there aren’t many people paying their respects…
I naturally skip school, not only for the funeral but also many days after. My mom goes back to work almost too soon, as if she has no business mourning the one who has shared her life all these years.
But then again, I can understand. There are bills to pay and we don’t have much savings - if any.
The only constants in my life are Ryker and Blair. They keep consoling me and trying to make me smile. They keep me alive, sane, rooted.
As I welcome Ryker in with a peck on the lips, and see him holding take-out, I realize just how much I owe them.
We are eating in a comfortable silence for some time, until Ryker says, “It’s been ten days.”
Can he
