47. Naya's POV
Tracy is quiet at the other end of the phone. I smack my lips against each other, it's either that or the tears come out again.
“Are you finally back? Is this permanent?” Tracy sighs.
“I… I don't know.” I push my hair away from my face. “This place has not been good to me, Tracy.”
“It has been seven years, Naya. You are free now. I'm sure that he won't recognize you, even if you encounter him on the road.”
I smile. I appreciate Tracy's good words. She has been my only source of comfort.
“The moon is out today. That's your mother smiling down at you.”
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Sitting on the ground in my mother's house. Her urn is next to me as I sort her mail.
I thought that it would be harder, seeing her pale body on that table. I thought I would fall and go unconscious too, b
