LANA'S POV
The past few days had been really sad for me. I had buried Maisie and had to sort out her things for alms giving. Not like she had much anyway. I strolled through the walk way as I patiently waited for Joel to come. I had told him about my plans to go take my mom out of the mental facility and move down to Boston, where my uncle Tristan resided. I always knew Maisie had wanted mom to move back to Boston so badly. She had believed a change of environment would have been perfect for mom's health condition. I smiled again, reminiscing all my conversations with Maisie. Soon, my smile began to waver as my eyes got clogged with sad liquid. In no time, I let them down freely, hoping to feel better after the outpour. How was it even possible that my sister wasn't here anymore? The mor
