Book Six: Chapter 217

“I guess for the longest time, I was worried that my life was full of people who abandoned me because of who I was. My mom, if she’s still alive, doesn’t have an address. Grandma is in an unmarked grave somewhere, so I can’t even visit her. You were the only connection to my old life. Maybe these papers couldn’t bring me the happily ever after that I wanted, but they helped me find the closure to chase the one I deserve. Once upon a time, you were my whole family. The one I have now, though?” She chuckled and looked over her shoulder. Death and Mike stood several headstones over, sharing a large thermos of hot chocolate. The Grim Reaper had a large pad of paper and was using a crayon to take rubbings from the graves, a trick that Mike had taught him.

“They’re pretty great.” She stared up into the sky and sat with her feelings for a bit. Once she was ready to go, she pulled a black marker from her pocket and wrote the word father below Yuriy’s name. Leaning forward, she placed