Fallon
A year has passed since our plane landed in New York and Flint’s sweet, beautiful family picked us up from the airport. We lived with them on their horse ranch in Chatham Lakes for a few weeks as we searched for the perfect house near the perfect school. Rush’s lawyer sent us Mel’s ashes about a month after our move, and we took them to Olcott Beach to spread them into the sea. A week later, we found the perfect school for Lacey—an arts school with a particular emphasis in theater. They accepted her and even hired Flint as a writing teacher. We bought a cottage on the water nearby.
I spent the first six months focusing on the charity, which we named the Melissa Mercury Foundation. By the time my symptoms started getting worse, we had already hired fifteen counselors to help wit
