Spencer sat down in the chair next to me and turned towards me.
“It’s okay, Kyla.” His finger touched my cheek and he wiped a tear away. “Please don’t cry anymore. I hate seeing you cry.” He said.
I shook my head.
“Spencer, my mom died, I can’t help it!” I almost yelled. I got up and walked outside. I paced back and forth on their deck. I had huge tears plastered on my face and my eyes were red and swollen. I rested my elbows on the railing of the deck and looked down. How I longed to just jump over the edge of this deck, plunge two stories down and end all the pain I had just endured in the past two days.