After Grams passed away, I really leaned on Silas and Liz. If it weren't for them, I would have completely fallen apart. The first night, I thought I wanted to stay in the cottage, but mentally, I just couldn't handle it.
Silas noticed my obvious tension and talked me into leaving. Of course, I tried to be tough and argue that I was fine, but he finally persuaded me. He and I returned to his place, and that was how I spent the remainder of that weekend.
The following Monday, Liz and Silas went with me to make the funeral arrangements. God knows I couldn't go alone. I took the week off from school and work, and thankfully, both completely understood.
It wasn't feasible that I could just suck it up and go back to classes. Not only did this give me time to make the arrangements, but it
