The space inside me, the one reserved for Rosie, aches. It’s not a choice; it’s an unwavering fact. She took with her a piece of me that no one will ever have again. It’s hers to keep—I’d never take it away from her. It took time to realize that moving on, grieving, didn’t take away the love I had for her. I thought if I stayed angry, if I hurt the people who hurt her, it would bring me peace. Chasing revenge only opened up more doors to pain.
