The mother arrived first, her cane tapping as she crossed the parking lot, the pompom on her blue knit hat bobbing....
It was late January — bitter, overcast — and she was 24 minutes late to plan her daughter’s burial.Wp Get the full experience. Choose your plan ArrowRight Sheryle Johnson rang the doorbell of the Southern Maryland funeral home....
A moment later, the director of operations answered.“ I’m Sierra’s mom, ” Johnson said, her face hollowed by grief.“ Hi, Sierra’s mom, ” Dani Skinne
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