Never Alone
"Sappy damn movies," Amanda muttered as she mopped the tears from her eyes with the back of one hand and pressed stop on the DVD remote with the other. The old Sandra Dee movie, Imitation of Life, always made her squall like a baby. It was just the most recent tear jerker in a long line of tear jerkers she had subjected herself to over the last couple of months. She couldn't find the will or the want to do anything other than shed the comfortless tears of abandonment. Turning the TV off, the...