Molly

“The entire funeral had been a blur. My dad’s death had come as a shock-he was still in his fifties, he was supposed to have plenty of time left. But the whole day had felt surreal, like I was in a dream, or in someone else’s life. I hadn’t known what to say or how to act, and so I’d just kind of shut down, retreated inside myself to the place I could always go as a kid when I needed some quiet.”
― Alicia Thompson, Love in the Time of Serial Killers