Jane and I sat on a bench outside staring at the Puget Sound rushing underneath the ferry. The air was cold, it stung my cheeks and my ears. Adrian was inside getting coffee and tea from the cafe on board.
    My sister attempted to explain everything.
    My mother had overdosed while in the bathtub. Jane had come over that night to return a crockpot and let herself into the house.
    "I'm sorry that it was you that had to find her," I apologized blankly.
    My sister wept, "I wanted to dress her but I couldn't do it. Her body was cold and stiff."
    I shut my eyes tight, I saw spots, I wanted to dissolve the thought of my mother's naked, cold, stiff, dead body. She couldn't have gone with dignity. She wasn't even allowed that much. She had been divorced, pretty much raised three children on her own, found her son dead after he had shot himself in the garage, became addicted to prescription drugs and she couldn't have gone quietly in her sleep, warm in her bed or surrounded by her friends in a hospital. She had to kick off in a bathtub after taking one pill too many. I was furious but oddly enough I was furious at my mother. I felt like she should've known better.
    Adrian placed a cup of coffee in my hands. He sat down on the end of the bench and looked out at the trees. His black wool coat was buttoned with the collar up. I kept thinking about what Holly had told me. Not even fifty degrees in June.
    "You look like an Inspector," I told him.
    "Like one of those English mystery shows?" He asked. I nodded.
    "There's one other thing," My sister interrupted, "The grandparents don't know, yet. No one has told them."
    "We're going to Bremerton to tell them?" It felt like sand in my throat. No amount of hot liquid would wash it down, "I can't...Jane... I can't do it."
    How do you tell someone that their child is dead?
    "We'll do it together," She comforted. I rocked back and forth.
    "No. No, no, no. We can't do this. I can't tell them that she's dead. Can't we get a sheriff or someone to go over there?"
    "Audrey, stop," My sister grew stern, she put a hand on my shoulder, "We have to do it. We don't have a choice and I can't do it without you. I need you now."