My Mother’s Death Put Me in a Courtroom and a Home That Isn’t Mine

I don’t remember the crash. Not really. I remember rain tapping the windshield, my mom’s laugh, and telling her about Nate from chemistry. She teased me. “He sounds like trouble, Maeve.” Then headlights—too fast, too close. The next thing I remember is screaming for her. She lay on the pavement, twisted, unblinking. I begged her […]