CHAPTER 61

10 years later I breathe in sharply and turn my head, examining the rows and rows of grave yards surrounding me. So many loved ones. . . Gone. It's that time of year again, the time of year that drives me to the brink of insanity. I usually find comfort at the bottom of alcohol bottles but nothing is enough to dull the aching pain nestled deep inside my heart. I slowly begin walking, white and yellow flowers clutched in my hands. The cellophane wrapper crinkles under my fingers and I breathe...