Chapter 85
Recommend song for this chapter (Train Wreck
Song by James Arthur)
Priscilla's POV
As I reflect on the past few days, it's clear that time seemed to be slipping by at an alarming pace, and it was difficult to ignore that everything wasn't okay. Following Lurry's funeral, the atmosphere had turned somber, and it seemed as though no one was smiling anymore. Liz, in particular, was not herself at all. She spent most of her days locked away in her room, lost in her own thoughts. I knew that Lurry's death had affected her deeply, but it wasn't just that. It was something else entirely, something that had caused her to harbor anger and resentment towards Uncle Dave.
