Chapter 161. What’s with the Rain?

ASHLENE

After that conversation with Dad and Anton this morning, I decided to spend the night at the mansion. Of course, I chose the master’s bedroom. And with that decision, I welcomed the ghosts that came with it.

There’s something strange about the rain. It cleanses the ground of ashes and dust, it bathes plants, and it clears the road from any dirt. But to me, it gives me nothing but memories I do not want to revisit.

What’s with the rain anyway? What makes it too sad?

I got my phone and it’s like my fingers have a mind of their own. I clicked my own social media account. The display picture was of me wearing a wedding dress. My dream wedding dress I drew on my journal back when I was still in high school. It was the type where the sleeves were made with mesh, the top was supported with a corset, and the skirt area was as big as an air balloon.

A wedding gown suited for a princess, I remember Dad saying. Teary-eyed that finally, he got to witness th