Jane's POV
"It's been four years," I whispered, placing the bouquet on the grave of my parents and sister. I bowed my head and prayed for their peace, hoping they were finally at rest. It was hard to accept that they were gone, but it was a reality I had to face. Even though I hadn't felt their presence much when they were alive, I was still grateful for their influence. They had made me stronger, even though I was angry with them at times. Who was I to hold onto that anger?
I loved them so much. They gave me life. And in their final moments, they showed me their love. Mom had saved me from death when Alice tried to kill me. She sacrificed her own life to save me. When I was kidnapped Alice saved me, and I was eternally grateful to her. I hoped they were at peace now, guiding their grand
