Chapter 78 The Letter

• [JANE]
• Staring at her lifeless body, holding her in my arms – she’s not breathing anymore. I didn't care whether I had puffy eyes, dark circles under my eyes, or unkempt hair anymore. She was gone, and all I could feel was regret. My mind is filled with what-ifs and wishful thinking that she could live again. An impossible wish to bring her life back.
• Will God hear me this time? It was the second time I grieved this much. My heart was broken once again. When I thought someone finally mended it, she broke me again; much even broken when my mom died. I can never be mended again.