Lana's POV
Uncle Mariko got me along the street last night because I was away for hours. I went to go and sit in a park just looking at the lake. The bench was the only place that I found to sit. I had the park to myself and I just let myself feel hollow. Eventually, I left and then a car stopped along the sidewalk and it was uncle Mariko.
I walked out of my bedroom, and I wanted to check up on my mom. Her bedroom door was closed. I knocked and opened it. I could hear her sniffles. She was sitting on her bed with a letter in her hand, crying. She looked at me. "I don't want to see you," she said calmly.
That pierced my heart, "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know that my actions would result in this. You are not the only one that is hurting and grieving. We all are. He was my dad and I don't
