I felt light, like a cloud that could float away, breezy, fluffy, and free. This reaction sounds crazy, I know. Nancy was dead. I would never see her again. I felt like I should be sobbing, and I was confused about why I wasn’t. But for the last several years, I had been terrified of her. She made all our lives miserable. No one wanted to hear that, but it was true. And this is also true: She was the most miserable of us all. Each day seemed worse than the last for her. Who would want to keep living like that? The fact is, I was relieved she was gone, for my sake and hers. And now a houseful
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