*Katrina POV*
Most of my life has been a fight. Especially after daddy died. I was tired of fighting, and tired of struggling. That is the only reason I gave in so quickly to Derrick helping me with my shop. Well, that, and the need to know if he was being serious when he said that he was trying to change.
The feelings running through my body were so confusing to me. I wasn't sure what was real, and what wasn't. The only thing I knew for certain was that although I loved Derrick at one time, and to a point, I still did, I wasn't sure if it was the kind of love that would be forever. Not anymore.
We buried Charlie on his land with his family. We placed him under that willow tree that he loved so much, and planted yellow rose bushes close to where his headstone would go.
It was a very
