Her Perfect Storm by A. M. Kusi

Author:A. M. Kusi [Kusi, A. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Our Peaceful Family

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“Uncle Ethan?” Joy asked, as he tucked her into bed later that night.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I made a picture for Mommy and Daddy to take with us tomorrow,” she said, pointing to two small canvases on the small dresser.

“That’s beautiful. How are you feeling about everything?” he asked, stroking her forehead.

“I was feeling really sad today, but Isa took me to get a dress and my hair done for the funeral. She didn’t know how to do my hair. Isa helped me pick out the decorations for my room and said that the unicorns would protect me. And this,” she said, pointing to a feathery object on the wall, “is a dream catcher. She said it will catch all my scary dreams.”

Joy’s words were a sucker punch to his stomach. Isa’s reasons for today had been genuinely good intentioned, even though they were too extravagant. Guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders.

“How did you guys get all this done while I was at work?” he asked.

“Isa had people come and bring in boxes of stuff. They were really nice. Then some big strong men brought the swing set and put it together for us. Isa said that way we can play all together when you get home from work because you will probably be too tired to take us to a park. Max loves the swings.” She yawned.

“That’s really nice of her,” he said.

“Yeah. Uncle Ethan?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t need you to sleep in here with me tonight. The unicorns will keep me safe. But if you want to stay, there is another bed under mine,” she whispered, her eyes drooping closed.

Ethan pulled up the comforter. There was a daybed folded underneath like she’d said. That was why Isa had bought Joy a new bed; it was for him too. Joy must have told her he was sleeping on the floor.

He left her room and walked around the house. Isa had taken the bare bones and made it into a home. She should have talked to him first. He would have paid for it. Sure, it wouldn’t be as fancy on a teacher’s salary, but he could have done something.

Grief crashed over him like a wave, threatening to drown him. He was mad at himself. Furious that his sister and brother-in-law had died because some other driver thought a quick text was more important than watching the road. Most of all, he felt guilty that he was resentful that his life had been turned upside down. And now he had two kids to raise, and he had no fucking idea how he was going to do any of it.

He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and sat at the kitchen table. The one thing he had avoided thinking about all day was finally in the forefront of his mind. Abby and Peter’s funeral was tomorrow and he wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

He opened his laptop. A message from River popped up with the link to the online grief support group. Ethan sighed.

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