"Oh gosh, look at this," my mom passes me the local newspaper. College student in coma after Thursday's car accident died this morning.
I read the short article carefully.
"Poor girl," Mom takes the paper back.
I tell Josh and Jenna. We find details about her funeral. It's at the small graveyard. We attend, staying at the very back of the small crowd. We stick around after everyone else left, and then I finally walk up to her headstone.
My heart beats as I trace her name engraved into the cold stone. L-I-S-A.
Hers is the one in the middle row, furthest back. I remember. Just in case.
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Slowtown
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