No matter how many people came to hug and give me their condolences, nothing would change. Cherie’s mother looked at me like I was a monster. As if I had wrapped my hands around Cherie’s neck and choked her to death, then repeated the same action on my daughter. As if I didn’t have to return back to a home with one less person. I was in pain, and all she could think about was how she felt.
it’s one thing to blame simmy for the loss of his wife, her daughter but to blame him for losing harley , something that was out of his control? that’s fucked up.
