Prologue
Marissa
was dead.
She
had to realise it sooner or later. And she had to realise she had to
plan her funeral. She didn't even want to think about it.
She
would have to invite the Newpsies who she didn't want to face right
now. These fake condolences. these fake smiles and bodies. Nothing
she wanted to deal with while burying her daughter.
But
there were still other people who would come. The Cohens for sure.
Jimmy, even Hailey. The family. While this word crossed her mind, a
another one hit her. The grandparents. She would have to invite
Jimmy's parents by hook or by crook. But would she have to invite
hers? Her parents who she hadn't talked to since she had divorced
Jimmy? She didn't even knew where they lived. Probably still in
Riverside. And she didn't even knew if they were still alive. Her
father had left the family when she had been 15. He knew he had
grandchildren, but hadn't seen them very often. Maybe he didn't even
care.
Her
mother did care. She often had taken Kaitlin when she had been too
young to stay alone. But since then she hadn't heard anything from
her.
She
had wanted to ask her sister at the wedding but had forgotten.
A
few years ago it had been to embarassing to tell something about her
past. She had avoided it as best as she could. Until her family had
started to fall apart. She had lost her money and two husbands, one
of them twice. And now she had lost her daughter.
Even
though her mother could be a bitch, she didn't want to loose her,
too.