PREFACE
She sat down on the first step, thinking. What was she going to do now?? ''He died!!'', she said over and over again in her head. Her husband had always talked about the life they were going to live when the baby came, "The ideal house" he said. A pale yellow colour with a wrap-a-round porch and a white picket fence. A healthy baby girl, it's curly head bobbing up and down, sitting on her mom's knee, the father laughing in the background. Perfect. The perfect parents, the perfect...everything. Shattered. Destroyed. It didn't seem so.. fragile.
But now it did.
She didn't know what to do. She sat there and let the raw emotion fester inside of her, the fellings she was holding back at the funeral. No more dreams. No more hope. She tried to pray, but the only thing she could do was be mad at God for taking Zane. She couldn't think of anything else but suicide. It was the only was out.She was going to do it. Leave a letter for her daughter. No, what WAS she thinking?? She couldn't do that to her mom. Her friends. Her Baby. She was going to live on for her baby's sake. Clarissa got up and walked to her car.
She was going to run away.
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