#Chapter9
Losing Mom-02
I wipe my tears from my face, but it won’t dry until someone tap from outside of my window. My best friend looks like hell, but I’m sure I look worst. I struggle to open the door at first. When I get out of my car, I launch myself into him, and I hug him so tight and bury my face in his chest. I know he is crying too, and my shoulders are shaking as we cry together.
/"I’m sorry, Abby. She’s like a mother to me. I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry./" Drew keeps rubbing my back.
/"Your Dad called me when you didn’t pick up. So I took a cab, and I know you would be here. I can’t even drive, Abby. I’m still in shock./" He helps me to the passenger seat after he suggested driving. We remain silent on our way to our apartment.
I just cry to my bed, bury my face in the pillow, and sob again.
