Hearing his accusatory words,
Jocelyn Grant looked heartbroken.
"That's not it... Silas, I had my reasons."
As she spoke, she thought of everything she had been through over the years, and tears instantly fell.
"Silas, I don't have a home anymore."
"Brother Hawthorne is dead."
"Brother Young and the others are dead too."
The people she loved had left her, one after another. It was a blow she could barely withstand. At this moment, all she wanted was a shoulder to lean on.
She walked forward and threw herself into Silas Stowe's arms, her voice thick with sobs. "Silas, you're all I have left now. Please don't leave me..."
'Why has my life turned out this way? I can feel that this isn't how things were supposed to be.'
