My mother believed, for a long time, that Anna would come back to her. She began to look for signs - plants that bloomed too early, eggs with double yolks, salt spilled in the shape of letters.
And me, well, I began to hate myself. It was, of course, all my fault. If Anna had never filed that lawsuit, if she hadn't been at the courthouse signing papers with her attorney, she nver would have been at that particular intersection at that particular moment. She would be here, and I would be the one coming back to haunt her.