No words were needed today. He just locked his eyes into mine, knelt down his knees and opened that box. I knew what was in the box. A ring.
We could never mention you again and neither could we think about a second child. The fear of “what if the horror struck again” enveloping our every decision
This is the way of showing their intimate friendship. Tara could well imagine herself in the garden dancing like a swan and feeling the gentle breeze.
A huge gigantic wave came from nowhere and engulfed me. I lost my one and only support – the wooden plank upon which I was floating in the ocean
I was shaken. Not because she physically hurt me real hard on my face but….but because the fact that she knew that I am responsible for my daughter’s death.