ROSALINE

The sky hung low, gray and heavy, as if it too, were mourning with us. Our expression was solemn. Our skin looked pale. Our lips were dry and our throats burned. Our eyes were bloodshot as we wept uncontrollably.

Today was the day we were going to lay Gerald's mother to rest. Today was the day we were going to say our final goodbyes to her.

I didn't even have the chance to see her one last time. We didn't even speak the night she was gone, and now, she was long gone before she saw her grandchild, before she even knew that I was carrying her grandchild.

But...