I pulled my coat tighter against the wind, as I walked across the frozen grass.

Her mother, I thought, could have prevented this. Why would someone kick their child out of the house as soon as she graduated from high school. Jealous? perhaps.

Her mother could have been as beautiful as she were it not for the fact that her mother never smiled. And her father? A ghost. She never spoke of her father.

My darling had the gift. She always knew before hand when something bad was going to happen. Why didn’t she see this coming – or did she?

Why, why, why? We always ask ourselves. Why did we pick that day to go? Why did we go alone? We seldom went anywhere alone. Why couldn’t I protect her.

If only, another cliche we dream up; if only we had gone to the amusement park instead of her aunts farm.