Blackbirds began to land on the roof of the building as we entered. I leaned on my boyfriend’s arm for strength. He thought it was the depth of my grief that made me so fragile.
We were there to say our final goodbyes to Samantha. All I could think about was the last night of her life, when I’d been too busy to be her friend. Those three missed calls.
“Why did Samantha think she was alone? Why didn’t she ask for help?” Her father implored from the podium. It was then that I started to cry.