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I didn’t go back to my mother’s house right away. At first, I walked around the quiet, dark enclave aimlessly.
Until I found myself in front of my abandoned cabin. How long had it been since I had stepped foot in there? But something else was calling me more than my warm bed.
I hiked down the valley behind my cabin and stopped near the lake around the waterfall.
The moon shone bright against the water, making it look white instead of dark blue. With the music of the waterfall filling my ears, I opened my arms and took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts and my hurting heart.
Why was I feeling so confused, so hurt? Yes, Kizzy had died and it had been because of me, but there was more to it.
In the end, I had to admit to myself. I was afraid of going back to my mother’s house
