Jenna's P.O.V.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I finished reading my uncle's letter, my emotions feeling like a turbulent sea of grief, understanding, and even gratitude in some way. Uncle Ben’s actions had been motivated by love, not selfishness on his part. But by a desire to shield me away from the pain and chaos of addiction that my mother without a doubt would bring along with her. He had sacrificed his relationship with my mother, to ensure that I had a better chance at a better life. A life without the destruction an addicted parent could bring with her. He had broken the circle for me, pulled me out of the trap, my uncle had saved me.
It was a profound message of love and faith in my future and the rest of my life, really. A gift that my uncle had left behind to ensure my well-
