Janet Mikulin

“investigating . . . everything, I made my way back to the mausoleum and took a seat on the bench inside. Within seconds, I burst into tears. They were the stress-release kind, not tears of sorrow. “Sorry,” I apologized to my grandparents. “This has been an intense year, and I’m starting to think things will never be normal again.” I chuckled as I dried my tears. “Normal. Was this village ever normal?” I stared up at their picture, eyes darting between”
― Shawn McGuire, Wayward Secrets