Mom dident love daddy anymore, though he stayed by her side until she healed, begging foregiveness, promising to somehow make everything right.
In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone.
She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family.
Whats left of us, anyway. We are corpses.
At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrections devoid of her love has made us zombies.
We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school.
For in those other places, we are more at home.
And sometimes, we stagger Vanessa weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.
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PuisiI dont own this book and i dont own the characters. Kaeleigh and Raeanne are identical down to the dimple. As daughters of a district court judge father and a politician mother, they are an all American family on the surface. Behind the facade each...
