GENRE: YA Science Fiction
Mom died on my seventeenth birthday. We held her funeral two days before the tenth anniversary of Dad’s death. So the random sightings of blond curls that disappeared the moment I turned to get a better look didn’t make me crazy, just sleep-deprived and desperate for an escape.
Though, I’d take crazy over this nightmare any day.
I sat on the loveseat farthest from the casket, a shiny black monstrosity with silver handles. Patty said it was elegant, like that mattered. It would be buried underground, never to be seen after today. And that wasn’t my mom in there, not anymore.
“Livy?” Patty tucked my long bangs behind my ear. I resisted the urge to release them, so I could go back to hiding behind their auburn curtain. “You sure you don’t want to see her? You still have a few minutes.”
As if a few minutes could change my last memory of her or the hateful words I’d said.
“I don’t want to remember her like that.” I stared at my lap, willing the stupid tears to retreat. Golden hair flickered in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t look. He wouldn’t be there.
“I need to talk to the funeral director,” she said. “Will you be okay for a minute?”
Yes. Go. Leave me alone. But I couldn’t say that. Annoying as her never-ending attention was, she meant well, just doing her job as my pseudo-grandmother and legal guardian.
The loveseat shifted as someone settled down beside me. Familiar fingers wrapped around mine.