Frozen Yogurt

5. The Body (Part One)

Once we ate and got ourselves cleaned up we headed out of the apartment and he opened the passenger door of his 1969 Ford Mustang Boss like a gentleman and we started the dreaded journey to my parents house. During the drive I was lost in my thoughts. Whose body did they find? Is it Everleigh?
Please don't let it be her.
These thoughts consumed me until the car stopped and I looked around. The surroundings seemed familiar almost like a distant memory resurfacing. Then it clicked, I had one of those light bulb moments just like in the cartoons. We had arrived at the house where I grew up playing Barbie's and climbing trees and now we are here for something completely different from reliving childhood memories and it could be quite morbid.

We got out of the car and he knocked on the door to which my father answered and we entered the house. He led us towards the lounge where my mother sat on one of the couches. It was evident that she had been crying from the slight redness of her eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks. Both of us greet her and we sit on the couch opposite her and my father.
"All of us as a family have to go down to the morgue at the police station to identify a body they have recovered", my father says getting straight to the point of our presence here. I really don't feel like doing this but He holds my hand and squeezes it gently just to let me know that He's here for me.

We talk for a little bit more and set a date when everyone is free to go identify the body. Next Monday. That's the day. It's Thursday now so I have a few days to prepare myself emotionally. After we drink the coffee made for us by my mother, who was very quiet throughout this ordeal, he tells me he has a surprise for me.