CHAPTER 3RAVEN’S POVIt’s been six days since Nan died. I can tell from how empty the apartment feels and how much of a mess this place has become.I got up today, stumbling through Nan’s room, and my feet knocked over her hospital bag.I openend it up with tears in my eyes, pulling out the contents slowly.My hand grazed her favorite winter coat—she always claimed it cost a fortune. I smiled at the thought.I brought it close to my nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent of vanilla and cinnamon, mixed with a little bit of the hospital smell, lingered, and I never felt more at peace since she died.Unfolding the coat, ready to put it on, a letter dropped from it.I picked it up, scared to open it— but I did.I wanted to know what she was thinking.My Sweetheart,If you are reading this, then I have probably had to say goodbye to you—in person but not in spirit.I am sorry I left. I am sorry I didn’t tell you in time, but I don’t regret it. What I do regret is not hiding it better.All
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