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Chapter 2
Remy Hadley fidgeted at her father's side. She didn't know why they were all gathered around a hole in the ground or why they were all wearing black. She was only six.
She didn't really get what had happened. Mommy had been sick for a long time, almost since Remy was born, Daddy said.
Her father put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still. She looked up at him. He was crying.
She didn't understand why everyone seemed so sad. All she knew was Daddy had come home from seeing Mommy one day and told her Mommy wasn't coming home. In fact, she wasn't going to see Mommy ever again.
She had cried for days when Daddy told her that, but she didn't know why they were all crying now. Mommy had died almost a week ago. She still cried sometimes, at night in her bed, but she didn't know why around this hole.
She tugged at the sleeve of her dress. When she had woken up this morning Daddy had told her she had to wear this dress because they were going to bury Mommy. She had been excited. She'd thought that meant she was going to get to see Mommy again, but all she saw was this box, and Daddy said Mommy was inside there.
A gust of wind blew her hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear. She didn't like to wear her hair down. She usually wore it in a ponytail, but Daddy wouldn't let her today, for some reason.
"Remy," her father said quietly.
She looked up at him.
"Go put this on the casket," he told her, handing her some kind of flower.
She didn't know what a casket was, but everyone else was putting their flowers on the long black box, so she did too.
Her father put one up there too, and led her away.
"Looks like we're on our own now, kiddo," her father sighed as he unlocked the car.
Remy opened her door and got in, and they drove away.