I found a better cemetery lot to rebury my mother-in-law. I did not inform Maxwell Sanders.
Dylan was worried that the Jennings family would retaliate against me, so he sent me to a sanatorium in South City to recuperate.
He stayed by my side through my surgery to remove the steel pins from my leg.
Two months later, I underwent stomach surgery.
At the same time, I was taking anti-depressants and receiving psychological counseling.
The urge to die was more frequent and intense than at any other time in the past.
When Dylan came to visit me, most of the time I didn't even have the energy to speak.
"Dylan, breathing feels so exhausting," I said, offering a weary smile after speaking.
He went and fetched an oxygen bag for me. "Take a breath."
I smiled.
He squeezed my hand.
He told m
