"You sure you wanna know that, kiddo?" Lena asked.
I didn't know what to say or how to feel about that question. I had come all this way because I needed to know what got Mom so worried that she had to bring me back to Rosevale.
Honestly, I don't know what I have been doing. I have never once felt close to my parents since they died. I just blocked them off because it hurts so much.
It started subconsciously at first. I stopped my ballet, I turned the picture frames the other way, and tried to erase them. It was a cruel action, but it helped process the pain in a way.
Gramps and Granny tried to keep their spirits alive however they could, but even they needed time to grieve, and just like that, we didn't talk about them anymore. We never forgot, but we chose silence.
Despite everything, I was glad Gramps came to me. It meant we were all healing.
"Yes," I replied. "I want to. I need to."
