Sarah Gio. BlackBerry winter (№ 343874)

I sadly shook her head. Not a single mention of the fact that she was a loving mother. A great friend. Sister. Daughter. Just a faceless name and date. What's wrong with this world? A world where the name Kensington makes you a pet of fate, and the name of ray feather, blown into oblivion. I concentrated looked at the grave of Faith. I will not let them forget about you, Faith.