MAXINE

I wanted to believe her that everything would be okay but deep down, I felt guilt and grief. This was my fault. I pulled back from her and wiped my eyes. I gave her a shaky smile. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

She cupped my cheek. “Everything isn't always as it seems, my dear. But, I can tell you one thing I know for sure.” She said.

“What's that?”

“It's not your fault. I'm sure you don't know where to go from here, what to do, or where you belong. You want to come ...