CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

EMILY’S POV

While we were at the funeral I could have sworn that I felt someone was watching us, I became scared judging by what has been going on, I mean who wouldn’t be scared if the person was in my situation? Since the day we found my mom’s stuff in Late Mrs. Lucia’s belongings my thoughts became jumbled.

I couldn’t even afford to smile sincerely, even though I did,it wasn’t really from my heart.

“ If this feeling continues I think I’ll have to talk to Ethan about it so he’ll take me to a therapist, “ I thought to myself as I cautiously looked around the cemetery.

I cried my ears out during the funeral because I was the cause of her death and deep down I couldn’t suppress the thought that lingered in my heart telling me that she was my mom. Would I be able to live and take it easy on myself eventually when we found out that she was my mom or relative.

I’ll have to deal with missing the opportunity to have been with my mom or a close relationship and witness what it feels like to