My mom and I walked through the cemetery
Together.
I don't think she would've believed I went myself.
She stopped at a slab in the middle and pointed.
"This is where Adam has been for the past two years, Mallory,"
She said it carefully, obviously gauging my reaction.
I turned away, quickly, refusing to look down.
"That's not him. He's still alive."
I'm not crazy.
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Clumsy [completed]
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