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Chapter 11
Two weeks after Thomas told them the news, the Camdens held a memorial service for Mary.
"It's not fair!"Ruthie shouted, taking off down the hall.
"Ruthie!" Lucy called after her.
Tears running down her face, Ruthie stopped and turned to face her sister. "I've been so mean. I said such awful things about her. And now this... Just one day to recall. It doesn't seem fair."
"It's not. But now all we can do is honor her memory one last time and try to move on with our lives."
Rick had become quiet and sullen, much like he had when he first came to live with the Camdens.
A few hours before the service, they asked him if he wanted to say a few words.
"I don't have anything to say. I hate her!" And he stormed out.
Lucy, Simon and Ruthie followed him to his room where they found him on his bed staring at the ceiling.
"Rick?" Simon called. "What's going on?"
"I hate her"
"No you don't" Lucy said knowingly. "You're mad at her for dying, but that's because you miss her, because you love her, not because you hate her."
"It's all my fault." Rick told them.
The three siblings shared a glance.
"It's not your fault Rick." Simon crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
Tears started to pool in the boy's eyes and he lowered his head.
"I want my mom back." Rick said in a childlike voice. "I don't want her to just be a fading memory. Nobody ever loved me the way she did. And now I'm left wondering what could have been."
The three others' heart broke all over again.
Lucy sat down on the bed huging him. "You will always love her and miss her. But you have to move on and leave the past behind, but she will still be in your heart and in your mind. And wherever you life takes you, you'll think of her every now and then. And with time it won't hurt so much."
Hank was a happy man. He had just won a game of poker and decided to celebrate, in his own way. But as he made his way to the basement where he held Mary, he noticed that the door was looked inside. It was empty.
"That bitch!"
Thomas wasn't proud of what he had done, telling that boy that his mother had died had been one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. But he hoped that what he was doing now would make it somewhat better.