Faith's Pov
I stood in front everyone, the silence of the too loud and I looked down at the paper in my hands. It wasn’t a speech it was a confession. It was an open letter to the two people lying in the caskets before me.
I took a shaky breath, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Mother. Dad. First of all I have to say that I loved you because it’s the truth, and it’s the one thing I held onto even when I thought I hated you.”
I paused when the memories started flooding in.
“I remember how much I looked up on you when I was a kid. At just five years old all I wanted was for you to see me.
Mother, you were angry. Always angry. It felt like a hurricane lived inside our house, and I was the one who bore the brunt of it. I remember the yelling, the backhands, the bruises that covered my
