Its five months after Connor's death. He was shot, the person who shot him was uncle Peter. He is in prison for it. At least he will rot in prison. A month after Connor's death, I moved to LA with Henry. We live in the same house, and I feel more at peace here then what I have been feeling when Connor was alive. Henry and I also started to give dating a try, and I must say that I'm the most happiest woman because of him. I do not know why I didn't just go for him in the first place. He treats me like a queen. He is everything and more to me. Connor was bad for me, and I can feel the difference now. I am sitting on a chair on the balcony that is over looking the view ahead of me, I am taking a sip of my coffee, My cysts have started to shrink, I made sure not to forget my contraceptive shot
