William Arthur Mathew (the loving big brother)_
I can‘t sleep. I feel her presence. How much am I to convince myself she is dead? That I am not guilty of anything?
I have to get up. Brr... It‘s so chilly, all of a sudden. I want my mother. Let me go to her room. My wife won‘t miss me anyway.
I‘ll sleep with mom for a while. I‘m going to her.
