HAZEL’S POV
Today is the day that I dread all of my life. It was my birthday, not just my birthday, but also the day that was tainted with the tragedy that changed the course of my entire life.
I didn’t have it in me to get out of bed today. I decided that I was going to tell everybody I was sick so I didn’t have to get out of my house today. I didn’t have the strength. All I wanted to do was spend the day in my bed and cry. I used the day to mourn my family and never to celebrate myself.
It was 7 am when Josephine walked into the cottage to look for me.
“Haze, is everything alright?” She asks when she walks into the room and sees me under the covers.
“I have a cold,” I say without pulling the covers away. I knew I sounded like I had a cold, but the moment she took one look at me, she
