Doctor Steves shows him my mother's body. He breaks down. He hits the floor on his knees. He grabs her cold hand. Mutters something. This man I barley know breaking down in front of me. What a wierd week.
He stands and turns twards me. "You're coming to Wisconsin with me in two days. I'll take you to your house so you can pack."
"What about a funeral?" My mother deserves respect and this monster is taking it from her.
"We'll creamate her."
"No. That's not what she wanted. She wanted to be put in a mausoleum. In a cotton dress." There was no way this monste. Who abused my mother was making decisions about her death.
"Fine. Did she want a funeral."
"No." My voice is sharpe. I'm pissed.
"You're still leaving with me. I have a hotel room reserved. We can grab you're things from home."
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I grab none of my things. I grab all of my Mother's things. Packed tight into my bag. I hop into a car with a stranger.
