The third box had an eight-by-ten picture. The picture itself brought goosebumps out. It was a photo with the same burial plot in the cemetery, but now it had a marble tablet.
Died on June 28th of 2013
An orphan. Unloved. Alone.
"You lived and died in filth. Rest well in hell."
"Son of a mother f*****g bitch!" Edward cursed, dropping the picture.
"Wow," I whispered, swallowing what was left in my parched throat. "Someone is seriously keen for me to die, huh?" I wanted to laugh, yet I couldn't muster even a fake or forced one.
Today was the twenty-seventh.
Someone was planning to end my life tomorrow.
After the tumultuous ordeal Sienna had to go through to get Blake back, another hurdle surfaces, leaving her bruised and broken. Now back on her feet, will they find who the culprit behind her accident, or will it find her first?
Will Sienna finally find her way home and have a happy life with the one she loves? Or will fate intervene again and take that final piece of happiness she longs for?