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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“So she pushed you to call your mom?”

“Every Saturday.”

“And you pushed her to call Elaine.”

I looked down at my hands.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

Raven hesitated.

“She was embarrassed. You’d been telling her for years to call Elaine. Then I said the same thing, and suddenly she wanted to try.”

She leaned forward.

“Maeve, she didn’t choose me over you.continue reading …