Couldn’t, Wouldn’t, Shouldn’t.
"“She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.” – Nikki Rowe"
Finally, my dad nodded to the undertaker who started the conveyor.“Annie?” he had asked. I just couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't. Bloody typical, Sarah would’ve thought.“Brian?”Sarah’s father, again cervical cancer’s bitch, had also shaken his head; a stoic’s single tear staining his...