Selina Ethan couldn't take it anymore. It's been two years since her husband died in a car accident coming home from work. She had to raise their daughter, Blueberry, alone. Which for a fourteen year old, Blueberry didn't understand why they moved away to San Francisco.
Selina grabbed a knife from the kitchen and walked into her room, locking the door behind her. She sat down at the end of her bed, tears running down her face, and slid the blade across her wrists.
Selina watched the blood spill out of her wrists. She knew this was going to hurt Blueberry, but back when she started dating Mark Ethan, her late husband, they made a promise that if one of them died the other one Would kill themselves.
And she kept that promise.
