She blames me for his death. She’s never said it, but she doesn’t have to. She says it in the way she hasn’t hugged me since the funeral. She screams it with the way she’s been absent from all of my school graduations since joining the military. I thought she needed more time. I hoped that she would stop seeing me as the girl who is responsible for her husband’s death and treat me like her daughter again…but I was wrong.
