I haven't seen Heath since then, and I'm slowly healing. It's been a few weeks now, and my bad habits have increased. I start each day with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. I was trying to quit, but I don't see the point.
I'm feeling sick now, but I ignore it. I know my heat is supposed to start soon.
I delivered Rose's baby today. She's beautiful... another member of their happy family. The mother is recovering well, as is the pup. I leave them to it as soon as I know they're well. I can't stomach looking at them, wishing.
I'm at the river now, where Lillian is resting beneath the chilly soil. You can still see my bloodstains against the dirt beside her. I can smell the faint tinge of death in the air. Reed.
Senna hasn't come by to see me. I suppose she's feeling guilty and maybe hurt
