I would stare at her room, as if waiting for her to pop out and say, "Boo!" She never does.
I'd spend days making coffee I wouldn't drink, sitting in chairs that were uncomfortable, and I only slept when my body gave up. I just didn't know how to live in a world in which she wasn't. I pretended only to function.
The police took all my baby girl's belongings from the accident scene for evidence. Despite their kindness, it felt as if I were robbed.
I pretended only to function.
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