Prologue
My mom came home at 2 a.m. the morning of Monday, September 1 my first day of 10th grade. She never came home this late so I knew something had to be wrong. She came into my dark room and woke me up. She also never did that, either.
"Elizabeth," she said.
I rolled over in my comfy bed and moaned.
"Mmf," was my reply.
"Elizabeth honey."
No one ever called me Elizabeth. It was always lizzie.
"Wake up I need to tell you something."
I woke up and sat against my comfy pillows. I looked at my mother and blinked away sleep.
"Um your father was killed last night. At 8. Car accident. That's all we know."
I was barely able to register this, having just woken up.
"Where's Dad?" I asked, confused.
My brain wasn't fully processing yet.
"He's dead sweetheart."
I finally realised the full intent of what my mother had just told me.
I didn't get to sleep at all that morning.
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