A Goth Girl Visited My 73-Year-Old Mom Every Saturday—After Her Funeral, She Handed Me a Key and Revealed My Mom’s Final Secret

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“I know,” Mom said.

“Then why haven’t you called your sister?”

Silence followed.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

Mom sighed. “It just is.”

Raven didn’t let her escape that easily.

“Have you ever tried to fix it?”

“Once.”

“What did you do?”

“I picked up the phone.”

“And called Elaine?”

“No.”

Raven paused. “So you just picked up a phone.”

“And I put it down again.”

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