Chapter Thirty Eight

SCARLET’S POV

Tears strolled down my eyes as my sister and I, bury our mother along with the support of both Carla and Elias.

I couldn’t help bit feel really sad, and I didn’t know how to feel again. Despite having Valerie killed, I still couldn’t feel pacified. My heart ached for my mother. How would I continue without her? Who would ever learn to love me like she did?

All I wanted was my mother, and obviously, she couldn’t come back to life. She was long gone and I hoped that wherever she was, she was happy, and feeling much better than the way she felt when she was burning.

The fire scene kept replaying in my head, and tears filled my eyes up, making me feel weak.

“Mother, why?” I cried out as I fell to my knees. "Why did things have to end this way? Why did you leave us?"

I didn’t have strength to do anything, talk less of just standing. I felt heartache, throbbing in my heart, and I knew within me that this wasn’t something I could easily forget or every get over with.

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