It's the day of the funeral. I see people all around my crying her classmates, her grandparents, and our family. I feel bad I haven't cried yet everybody else had, but I haven't. Does that make me a bad person? Well, I don't know.
I leave the funeral home. I went home and packed all of Mark's stuff up and the kids it was two days before the school year was done. The kids would go with Mark for the summer and then come back with me for the school year. I packed it all up in Mark's car and u wrote a letter.
" I packed your stuff! I'm sorry but you've gotta go somewhere else."
"Fine, if that's how you want to be."
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Without Grace
Mystery / ThrillerTheir is a normal mom with 3 children and a husband. Traffic jam, a guy named Phillip, and a call all lead up to a changing moment with Grace or without Grace.
