LOGINAdrian found us there an hour later."What happened?" He took in the scene, the letter, Alice's devastated face."Alice found Sarah's suicide letter. Read it. Now she thinks there wasn't enough reason for Sarah to live." My voice was raw. "Adrian, I don't know how to fix this.""You can't fix it. You can only help her survive it." He sat with us, adding his strength to our broken circle. "Alice, look at me."Alice lifted her tear-stained face."Sarah's letter says she loved you, right?" Adrian's voice was gentle."Yes. But not enough to stay alive." Alice's voice was small."Wrong. She loved you so much it hurt. Loved you enough to admit she couldn't be what you needed. That's not weak love. That's the strongest kind." Adrian touched the letter carefully. "Sarah didn't die because you weren't enough. She died because staying alive hurt more than she could bear. Do you understand the difference?""I think so." Alice hiccupped. "But it still feels like I wasn't worth living for.""Feeli
Two weeks after the funeralAlice found Sarah's letter by accident.I'd hidden it in my office drawer, locked, thinking it was safe. But Alice had watched me open that drawer hundreds of times, memorized the combination without me realizing.Luna found her reading it in the garden."Alice, what's that?" Luna's voice went sharp with panic.Alice looked up, tears streaming down her face, clutching the handwritten pages."Sarah wrote me a letter. Before she died. She says she's sorry she wasn't strong enough to be my mama." Alice's voice broke. "Luna, why wasn't I enough? Why couldn't she stay alive for me?""Oh no. No, no, no." Luna grabbed the letter, but Alice held tight."It's mine! She wrote it to me!" Alice backed away. "You can't take it!""Alice, you're not supposed to read that yet. You're too young!" Luna's hands shook. "Please, grabby, give it to me. We'll read it together when you're older.""I have already read it! I know what it says!" Alice's voice rose hysterically. "Sara
She stepped back, apparently finished. "Goodbye, Sarah. Thank you for making me even though you couldn't keep me." Then she returned to my side as she'd just given a book report, not eulogized her birth mother. Marcus was crying silently. Half the gathering looked shocked. The other half looked heartbroken. "Did I do wrong?" Alice whispered to me. "No, sweetheart. You were perfect. Honest and kind." I pulled her close. "Sarah would have appreciated that." At the graveside, Alice asked what had been built. "Why are we putting her on the ground? Won't she be cold and scared down there?" "Her body is there, but Sarah herself isn't. She's gone wherever people go after dying." I kept my voice gentle. "The body is just what's left behind." "Like a shell?" Alice watched workers lower the casket. "Exactly like a shell." "Then why bury it? Why not burn it like we burn garbage?" Alice's logic was a three-year-old director. "Some people prefer burial. They find comfort in having a p
Day of Sarah's funeral Alice insisted on wearing purple. "Sarah liked purple. I saw it in the photos." She stood in front of her closet with absolute certainty. "If I'm saying goodbye, I wear her favorite color." "Sweetheart, people usually wear black to funerals." I pulled out a black dress gently. "But black is sad and boring. Sarah was sad enough when she was alive. I'm wearing purple." Alice's jaw set stubbornly. "You can't make me wear black." Luna appeared in the doorway. "Let her wear purple, Mama. Grief doesn't have a dress code." "Fine. Purple it is." I put the black dress away. "But Alice, funerals are serious. People will be crying. You need to be respectful." "I know how funerals work. I went to Hope's," remember?" Alice pulled on the purple dress. "Everyone cried and said nice things about a baby they barely knew. Then we put her on the ground and left her there alone." The casual way she said it made my chest hurt. "Does that bother you? That Hope's alone on the
"How did she hide the pills? You're supposed to watch them swallow." Marcus's voice was raw."She learned to check them. Hold pills in her mouth, fake swallowing, and spit them out later. We caught her once, thought we'd corrected the issue. Apparently, we were wrong." Dr. Williams looked genuinely regretful. "She was very intelligent. Used that intelligence to plan her death meticulously.""Can I see her again?" Marcus asked quietly."Of course. Take all the time you need."Marcus stood, walking toward the morgue like a man heading for execution.I followed, not leaving him alone with this.Sarah looked young in death. The weight of depression was gone, leaving behind the woman she'd been before everything broke her."She was beautiful once," Marcus said softly. "Happy. Before Hope died and destroyed her. I keep forgetting that version existed.""She's at peace now. Whatever that means for her." I touched his shoulder. "Marcus, what do you need?""I need time to reverse. I need Hope
Three AM, four weeks after Sarah's transferThe phone woke me from dead sleep.Marcus's name on the screen. My stomach dropped before I even answered."She's gone." His voice was eerily calm. "Sarah's dead. They found her an hour ago."The words didn't process immediately. "What? How?""Hoarded medication over two weeks. Pretended to take pills, saved them, took everything at once tonight. Staff found her unresponsive during the bed check. They tried to revive her, but it was too late." Marcus's voice was mechanical, reciting facts without emotion. "She's been dead approximately ninety minutes.""Marcus, I'm so sorry. Are you""I'm fine. Completely fine. Expected this, honestly. Surprised, she lasted a month." His laugh was wrong, brittle. "I needed to tell Alice. She deserves to know before someone else mentions it.""Marcus, it's three AM. Let her sleep. We'll tell her in the morning." I sat up, fully awake now. "Where are you?""At the facility. They called me immediately. I'm star
I woke up screaming.My hands clawed at my throat, searching for silver chains that weren't there. My lungs heaved, dragging in air that didn't taste like frozen river water. My heart hammered against my ribs, alive, terrified, and beating."Sera? Sera!"The bedroom door burst open and Damien rushe
The silver burns more painfully than I expected death to feel. They gripped the chains tightly around my wrists, my ankles, my throat. Each link searing into my skin like liquid fire, eating through flesh until I can smell my own burning. I should be screaming. I think I was, moments ago. Now there'
The pack school was a short walk from the main house, a cheerful building filled with pups ranging from five to fifteen. As Luna, I was expected to visit regularly, to show interest in the next generation.In my past life, I'd loved these visits. The innocence of the children, their honest affectio
My mother's journal felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my hands.I sat in her old leather chair, dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and read about a legacy I never knew existed. About power, I never knew I had. About a destiny that had been hidden from me my en







