The Rebel. Adrienne Giordano

her mom had thought suicide was the only option. Obviously, the emotional place her mother had reached was too dark, too painful to find her way free. Her work as a forensic artist probably hadn’t helped, but Amanda would never truly know why her mom had done what she did.

      At least Amanda had a place to visit. A place to sit and talk and grieve.

      A proper grave site.

      She ran her fingertips over the edge of the paper she’d sketched on. This woman’s family had no answers. Maybe they assumed she was dead. Maybe not. Maybe down deep they held on to hope that she’d walk back into their lives.

      And that tore into Amanda like a rusty chain saw. At least she knew her mother was gone.

      “I’ll bring you home,” she said.