She tells me that Caylie was killed last night by a drunk driver. I'm not sure how to react so I just lay back in bed and try to wake myself up as if it was a dream. Nope, not a dream. I start crying into my pillow and I her my mom leave the room. I think of the last time I saw her, in my rearview mirror driving away from her. I realize that I could've stopped her. I could have picked her up and took her home. But I didn't. I left her to die. I feel horrible and think of what I could do. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My mom comes in and says, "The calling hours are tomorrow." "I'm not going. I don't want my last memory of her to be of her lying dead in a casket." She nods as if she understands.
