our last interaction, we didn't even have enough time to talk but yet she's gone, just like that. "Ma'am" I heard the pestering policeman call out again. "My mom would never commit sui

my mind and I immediately called the policewoman she had met at the site. I informed her of my findings but I realized this people wanted absolutely nothing to do with this case. They didn't want to even further it and I was even advised to do so too. According to the female cop, my accusations would be taken with levity since there were no concrete evidence to back up my suspicion . More days seemed more like months and a week after moms death, the burial plans began. I went back to the place I had gotten a job even though deep down, I knew there wouldn't wait till I was done mourning and I was right. After a night with Liam , my whole world had turned upside down and leaving me in turmoil. I decided to move, especially if the house kept on bringing terrible images and making me run crazy. Somewhere far away even away from Sandy because it was beginning to seem like I was a burden. At the Burial scene, it was just a few people are present even Sandy was absent too and I honestly didn't blame her. "Natasha" I heard the priest after mom was laid to rest. I stopped and turned back to face him. "A word before you go please". I nodded and sat down, after him. "How are you faring?" He asked staring at me like he could see my soul. "I'll be fine father" I replied smiling softly. He stated at me for a while and I immediately bursted into tears and poured out all my fears and feelings. I wasn't okay at all not even a tiny bit. As I cried he blessed me with words that touched me, that made me believe all wasn't lost and moms death was not the end of my life. After the burial, I held an open house and the outcome for the house sale wasn't encouraging one bit. "Six mil