Norman:
"Oh my God, I cannot believe going out in the woods without warriors on my side anymore," My mother had been complaining ever since we returned from the funeral. It had been three days since Emma died, and four days since Helanie left. Every night was so hard for me to get through. My body would ache, and her memories would drive me crazy.
Every time I left my room to grab a bottle of wine, I saw my brothers doing the same. I think it was at this point that we began to realize how Emmet must have dealt with his pain all these years. We had accused him of drinking too much. Now that we were in the same position, we were doing the same thing.
Even when Emmet did not want to drink, he had to, because she cursed him with a broken heart.
"Mom, please."
I gave her a look, gesturing with my hand for her to be quiet. She had been talking for so long that I started to feel like my ears were losing their ability to hear.
