Clara's POV:
(Thinking) I have family, my daughter. She's only twelve. Her dad left already. I loved him. Why did he have to go like that? I don't want Irelia to experience any more pain. She still so young. I look around to see if I can find anything to numb this pain.
Irelia's POV:
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I checked the time. 22:43. I pulled off my blanket and got up to grab a glass of water. When I passed my mom's room her light was on. "Strange" I quietly said to myself. When I got into the kitchen, I saw multiple pill bottles open and spilt. Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Asprin, and Paracetamol. The Asprin and Paracetamol bottles are empty. A few pills on the ground. "Lilly, leave it!" I tell Lilly. I picked up the pills on the ground and Lilly started baking. She's normally a quiet dog, unless.... "MOM!!" I yell and ran into her room to find her----