Kendall

“Home sweet home,” Mom cheers, opening her car door.

I stifle my groan.

“Anne, fetch the door; I’ll help Kendall,” Dad suggests.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” I type on my iPhone before extending it for him to see.

“You have to act excited to be home, for her sake,” he whispers.

Excited? Excited… I may never feel excitement again. She was my best friend, and she’s dead. She’s gone forever.

“Here we are,” Mom ...