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

That night, I asked Raven to come over.

She sat at Mom’s kitchen table in the same chair where I’d first seen her.

“How did you two really become friends?” I asked.

“She insulted the book I was reading.”

Despite myself, I smiled. “That sounds like her.”

“We started talking. I told her my mom and I weren’t speaking. She told me about Elaine.”

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