It has been sixty-nine days since my beautiful and precious sister Anastasia was intentionally killed by Inova, their designated guardians Heishman and Labowitz, and the personnel at Envoy of Alexandria. Sixty-nine days since we have been able to hug or talk to her. Sixty-nine days of torment and flashbacks.
I have slowly been going through boxes to further clear the storage unit. I came across some items Anastasia made after her brain injury.
One of the last things Anastasia gave me. She said she gave it to me so when I drank my coffee I would think of her.