ALMOND
Days passed since my uncle's burial, and with my parents residing at Alvah’s family pack house, one might think I'd find some relief. Yet, I found myself sinking deeper into depression, trapped in a place I couldn't escape. Denial consumed me entirely. I clung to the hope that my uncle would suddenly appear, wearing that familiar smile, offering his advice to never give up on life or encouraging me to pack my things and seek happiness and safety elsewhere, a place where I could pursue my passions freely.
I couldn’t shake the memory of his smile when I confided in him about rejecting Logan and relocating to a secure place. He urged me to remain vigilant, to change my contact information, and to "always be happy." I vividly recalled his joy when I showed him little Krystal, promisin
