Chapter 150 Faces Of Grief

• Holly had just sat down and taken her first sip from her cup when her mom trudged in, looking old and frail.
• For a startling moment, she could only stare at her, sad and horrified all at once at how much she'd shrunk in just a few days.
• She knew grief ate away at people but had never seen its true effects until now. Maybe because until today, her family had never experienced such a loss. For many years, while death stopped by friends and neighbours' houses, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake—somehow, it always skipped over the Anderson home, maybe even avoided it. But today, death had finally paid them a visit, and Holly hated how grief—its soulmate—had made itself so comfortable in her aunt's home.