Kiara
I dab my mouth with a napkin, watching as the remnants of my breakfast spiral down the toilet.
As my tour nears its end with only a week remaining, I've been feeling like s**t the past few days. Perhaps it's the extended time away from home or the overwhelming desire to see my fiancé. Despite Trey's offer to fly out and support me following Lucinda's passing, I insisted that he stay and continue to help with William's sobriety.
I was really depressed about it for several days. Sure, I thought maybe she might relapse once or twice before she got better, but the reality surpassed my darkest expectations. The very thought of her brings an ache to my heart, yet I cling to the hope that if an afterlife exists, she has been reunited with her daughter.
The whirlwind of my book tour has
