Her Name Was Sam

Regret Comes in Every Color of the Rainbow

"I stand in a sea of color. It's so bright, so real, that I feel like I could almost reach out and taste it. I imagine it tastes like summer’s fat watermelon slices. My mouth is dry. Even if I could, I wouldn't take a bite. I have too much guilt. I know the truth: The only reason I'm standing here is because I helped to kill my daughter.

— Sam's mother

"I tried so hard to accept her. I wanted to be proud of her, as my sister. But it wasn't so easy. Th...