“Your mom would want you to go to college,Aaron.”
He was correct,but it wasn’t about me anymore.I had to do what was right.“Can we table this until later,Jeff?”I was being a coward,but I didn’t care.It was too much to deal with right now.I didn’t want to argue with him when I needed all my energy to focus on getting through the day.
“Sure,”he said.We drove in awkward silence for a while before he spoke again.“Are you going back to school tomorrow?”
I shrugged.“I’m not sure.There’s so much to decide and honestly”—my voice hitched and I cleared my throat—”I’m just not sure of anything.”
“I get that.I’m going back tomorrow.And I have to work tomorrow night.”
Funny how other people’s lives continued even when your own is in tatters.My friends were attending school,thinking about graduation and prom,and I was getting ready to talk to detectives about the fact that my father killed my mom.Would my life ever return to some semblance of normal?