ELEANOR SINCLAIR.
You probably never know how much you love something-or someone, until you lose them.
I had lost both my parents when I turned eighteen and spent the two years after that in an orphanage my distant, uncaring uncle dumped me in. I remember that my life changed so drastically in those two years that I went from a fun-loving, fairy-tale-minded young girl to a woman thrust into a hard life where she had to do anything to survive. Only this old man had changed that and set me on a better path, putting smiles on a face that had almost forgotten how to use them.
And now he was about to die. It was like losing my parents all over again, and hurt even more as I sat by his bedside while watching the life leave him, his eyes getting weaker with each passing second. I watched his
