I slept great the night of Mom’s funeral because I spent it with Mare. Since then, not so much. If she had showed up at my door, I would’ve let her in. I can’t say no when it comes to Mare. But she never showed up. Last week, I moved back to the cabin and out of the main house. Dad was doing better, and he was insistent that he spent enough time with me during the day, he was done with me hovering over him at night. I couldn’t help it. I needed to know he was okay.
You could have gone to her!
