Death Toll

Death looks different to those who have had to place their child in the ground.
For Amara, life was separated into very black and white parameters. The Before, and the After. Before the accident. After she came back from the dead. She became another person that day, laying her old self to rest beside her daughter.
Will her loss break her? Maybe just her spirit. Brokenhearted and broken bodied, how can one survive in this life when your future has been stripped from you? Simple, you destroy the thing that took her away.
You have to kill Death.