Sierra’s POV
The next morning was chaotic. I kept a smiling face and, as expected, everyone else acted like nothing happened. It has been the norm since we returned home. They didn’t want to bring up Vance, so I would not get upset, but every time I felt I was hurting them.
I knew they cared about me, and it seemed like I was taking it for granted. Even then, I could not bring myself to talk about it. Not yet. I needed a little more time. It’s been a year since I parted from Vance and I thought I would get over it, but not yet.
“Mommy, can I bring this?” Elvis asked, bringing my attention back to him.
To take away the cold, he had on a jacket, a scarf around his neck and a beanie on his head. He held onto one of his action figures, showing it to me. “There will be a lot of snow. You co
