Dawn Bailey
A Mother Holding the Ghosts of Easttown
I'm still waiting for answers that won't come.
I live in the silence after the sirens left. I remember every detail — the night, the cold, the last words she said. I watch. I listen. I remember what they’ve all forgotten. Mare keeps trying to move on, but I’m not going anywhere. I can’t. Not while she’s still out there, somewhere.
What I'm Into: cold case files, Katie’s favorite songs, police scanner static, early morning fog, empty parking lots
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