CHAPTER 4: THE TRAILER
I moved into my sister's old trailer by the county road.
It was small, cramped, and smelled like mothballs. But it was better than nothing.
I missed Garrett more than I had ever missed anything in my life.
Every morning, I woke up and reached for him. Every evening, I sat on the porch and waited for him to come home. Every night, I cried myself to sleep.
I had no money. No home. No family.
Just a trailer and a broken heart.
I started going to the cemetery twice a week. I would sit by his grave and talk to him, telling him about my day, about how much I missed him, about how much I loved him.
"I know you wanted to protect me," I said. "I know you wanted to make sure I was okay. But you're gone now. And I'm all alone."
I didn't know what else to do.
So I kept going.
May you like
I kept hoping.
And then, two weeks after the funeral, the attorney came.
