The same thing happened over and over again. I went from anger to disappointment, then from disappointment to numbness. Zackary never tried to comfort me, not even once.
I had loved him with all my heart for ten years, and I just couldn't let go.
I thought that as long as Zackary and I got married, Carrie would have the sense to leave us alone.
But one phone call ruined our wedding.
I would never forget the look of despair in my parents' eyes. As they lay dying, they had held on to see their beloved daughter marry the man she loved.
Their wish was shattered.
And my brother, only twenty-one, was taken from this world in the most tragic way.
In one night, the warm, loving family of four was reduced to just me.
I cried until I passed out, and even when I woke up, the tears wouldn't stop.
I had caused all of this.
The guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life.
How could I have been so blind to fall in love with a man like Zackary?
As I watched my parents and brother being pushed into the cremation chamber one by one, turning into ashes, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
I had no tears left. I could only howl bitterly.
Three small urns became their resting place.