I woke up to eye lids that felt like sand paper. After Lucas left last night, I couldn't help the tears that spilled over my cheeks.

I knew I shouldn't have listened to his conversation with Chloe, but I couldn't help myself. Just hearing his voice felt like the sharpest blade sliced through my iron-clad will.

When he admitted that he would never love me the way I loved him, I thought that was it. Now the pain can stop and I could move on. But that wasn't the case.

None of this was easy because my heart kept screaming to go to him. I crawled into bed, closed the door and cried myself to sleep.

Chloe came by a few times to check on my but I kept the door locked. I needed time to myself to rebuild my walls.

There was a part of my brain that kept berating me for my actions, for foolishly falling in love with someone, I knew would break my heart. And I did know, didn't I? I mean, if the writing on the wall had been any clearer you would've been able to see it from the moon.

No matter what my rational mind told me, my heart just didn't want to listen. I contemplated staying in bed all day but I was too restless to sit still. My eyes flicked over to the dresser, where the letter box stood with only two letters left.

Throughout the week, I spoke to Monica about the house. She'd be taking over the project in the next week and I could always contact her if I wanted to know anything. Most of the planning had been done and now it was only down to the final pieces.

This was it. My reason for staying in Silver Point started evaporating before my eyes. But I wanted to read mom's last two letters while I was here.

I threw the covers back and walked to the box, there were only two left and I've already read the hardest parts. I kept telling myself it was like a band aid, the faster you ripped it off, the better.

But as my hand closed around the envelope, my body began to shake. What more could my mother possibly say, what more could she be hiding?

Three letters dropped out of the envelope when I ripped it open, and I grabbed the one with my name on it.

Dear Kit

By now you've heard the rumors. I left my family behind to chase the love of my life. I wish I had made different choices back then. I wish that I had gone back, you and Michael would have been loved by your family.

I had a sister, your Aunt Macy. Many times over the years I tried to get in contact with her, but I think she was still too mad at me for leaving. I made mistakes but hurting her remains one of my biggest regrets.

Macy was a spirited young girl, two years younger than me, and as wild as a runaway fire. I know in my heart Macy would have loved you and Michael like her own. She would have probably gotten the two of you into so much trouble!

The thing with family is, no matter what tears you apart, or breaks your heart, you'll always love each other. Now, I know Michael can drive you wild with his overprotectiveness, but deep down he only wants what's best for you.

There are two letters in this envelope, one is for your brother. Whenever you feel like he needs to let go a little, that's the right time to give him his letter.

The second one, is for your Aunt Macy. Now, I'm not sure what the right time is or if there even is one but it isnone of my last wishes that she receives this letter. Her adress and phone numbers are on the envelope.

I love you baby girl, keep your family close. No matter what.

Love Mom

I stared at the two letters on the bed. How could she expect this of me? Who's to say Macy would even see me? What if she doesn't even live there anymore?

I stopped myself short. In these letters were her last wishes, the woman who raised me, the woman who loved me unconditionally. The least I could do, was make sure Macy got the letter.

I tucked the last letter in the pocket of my jeans and grabbed my car keys. Downstairs, Chloe was waiting for me in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

"So, do you wanna talk about last night?"

I put the cup to my lips, before taking a long sip and thought about her question. All I really wanted to do, was read the last letter after I gave Macy hers, and get the hell out of Silver Point.

"There's not much to talk about."

Chloe sighed, "He came here to see you."

"He was drunk." I stated without a glance.

"Because he misses you!"

I huffed out a deep breath. "Chloe, I really don't want to talk about this, okay?"

Chloe nodded her head. "Okay," she said before gulping down the last of her coffee and got up to put the cup in the sink. "What are you going to do today?"

My eyes dropped to the letter still clutched tightly between my fingers. "I'm dropping off a letter for my mom."

Chloe's eyes went slightly wider. "Oh, well, let me know if you need anything."

"I will," I said before swallowing the last of my coffee.

I was out of the front door before Chloe could say, or ask, anything else. Inside my car, I typed in Macy's adress and drove off.

The trees passed by in a blur as my hands tightened around the steering wheel. I numbly followed the directions of the GPS, while my mind tried to fight off the growing hysteria in the pit of my stomach.

The bustling town of Silver Point gave way to rocky mountain roads. The dense trees looked like they were sneaking up on the road. My car jolted over the uneven tar and I slowed down.

The trees were so dense that I missed the overgrown path, and had to make a very unique u-turn down the road. It was a long winding dirt road that led into an open space across from the trees.

Beyond that was a modest two storey house, with white panelling and a wraparound porch. In the driveway, stood an old beat up truck, the blue paint chipping off.

I parked my car in front of the house and checked the adress again before hoping out of the car. It was quiet, with only the wind stiring the tree braches and a few birds sining in the distance.

The house may have been small but everything around it seemed like a slice of heaven. I walked up to the fron door and took a huge breath nefore knocking.

A few seconds that felt like hours drifted away before the door swung open. I swallowed hard st the lump in my throat.

The woman's grey eyes pinched ever so slightly in confusion. "Yes?"

God, even her voice sounded the same.

I couldn't say anything, Macy, looked so much like my mother it felt like someone had ripped open a raw wound.

Macy put a hand on her hip before resting the other one on the open door. "Honey, if you're tryna sell something, now's the time to do it. I have a lot—"

"Are you Macy Davis?" I blurted the words out before they could stop.

Macy's eyes went wide. "Well, no one has called me Macy in ages. It's just Marceline now," Macy said and frowned. "Who did you say you are?"

I shook my head. "I didn't. I mean, I'm Katelyn Davis, Arlene's daughter."

Marceline looked stunned, her eyes roamed over me before widening. Then they darkened and she narrowed them at me. "Is she here?"

I felt my resolve crumble. Macy, or Marceline didn't seem like she was at all happy to see me. "No, she wanted me to give you something."

My hands trembled as I pulled the letter from my pocket. When I handed it to Marceline, she gave me a spiteful smile before ripping the letter from my hand.

I watched as Marceline crumbled the letter into a ball and then tossed it into the house. "You go back, and tell your mother that she can keep her damn letter."

"But—"

Marceline held up one hand. "I don't want to hear it. She ran away and abandoned her family. It's gonna take more than some stupid letter to make up for that."

I shook my head as tears began to well in my eyes. "Macy, you don't understand!"

My heart was pounding in my chest. That wound that was ripped open was bleeding so much that I thought it was going to drown me.

"I understand good and well!" Marceline screamed. "She left us behind and now she's crawling back. Well I don't want to hear anything about it. Now get the hell off my property, before I call the police!"

Marceline slammed the door shut in my face and something inside me shattered. That same tranquil nature sounds I had admire before began to buzz in my ears.

Tears fell from my eyes and my lungs constricted. I took several steps back, until I was off the porch and rushing to my car.

I slammed the door shut, put the key in the ignition and waited for the car to purr to life. In one instant, I had destroyed my mother's last wish. I had the urge to go back and make her read the letter, but I knew that wouldn't work.

Instead, I spun the car out of the driveway and onto the narrow road. Her house became a distant image in the rearview mirror and tears blurred my vision.

I stepped on the gass, eager to put as much distance between me and Marceline as possible. The pain in my chest was overwhelming and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stopped the sobs lodged in my throat.

The car bounced over the broken road but I didn't slow down. It felt as if something was chasing me, something I couldn't escape. I've always seen my mother as the strongest, kindest person on the planet. A woman with so much love in her heart, despite the pain.

What happened with Marceline felt like it was breaking that notion. I didn't want it to.

I should have never come here. Michael was right. I should have stayed home where the memories I had of my mother would remain untarnished.

I had my heart broken and now I felt like I never knew who my mother really was.

It's just too damn much.

I didn't pay attention to the road. I also didn't see the massive pothole that had my car swerving out of control. My car crahsed through the trees with the sound of squealing metal and snapping branches.

I ripped the steering wheel to the left to avoid a large tree, but only manached to slip in the loose sand. The car continued to spin with my mind racing at anmile a minute. My heart lurched and dropped to the pit of my stomach when I saw the tree, right before it crashed into the passanger side door.

My body was flung into the window where it shattered. The airbags came out with a loud whoose, smaking my face and snapping my neck back into the seat.

I stated the metalic tang of my own blood in my mouth. There was a loud ring in my ears and I couldn't take a deep breath.

Pain flared across my body but I couldn't move. I thought of all the people in my life at that moment.

Michael, who thought I was safe. Chloe, who had no idea where I was going. And Lucas, who came to see me even after he ripped my hear out.

Tears stung my eyes but I didn't try to kerp them away. I was going to die here, and no one would know about it.