Just like that, Liliette was back home. She found herself forgetting the neighbors and friends who had died and even the mysterious boy she had seen—fading memories swallowed by the weight of the dismal daily life she was forced into. Only one thing consumed her mind: Marisha’s rapidly declining health.
When Liliette saw her mother again after months apart, it was at her funeral.
The mournful sound of the organ filled the chapel as it played a dirge. Surrounded by the wildflowers she had loved in life, Marisha lay in her coffin as if in a peaceful slumber.
