4 Quotes by Cheryl Bradshaw

I gazed at the Wyoming skyline. It was vibrant and alive, its pastel shades of pink and blue swirling together like billowy layers of cotton candy. Of all the places I’d been in my life, Wyoming sunsets were spectacular, the grandest I’d ever seen.

I turned on the light, illuminating the master bedroom, and then gasped, throwing my hand over my nose to mask the indescribable odor. The scene before me was horrific. On the bed, Bradley and Regina Kent lay next to one another. Their eyes were closed. But they weren’t sleeping: they were dead.

Funny thing about trying to change a person – it never worked.

Even when the anguish fades away, the memories linger, the smallest reminder becoming a trigger to a time long past.