They perfumed the air with magic of love and healing and peace. Tricia had her blanket that her aunt Nancy crocheted for her. She sat there and cried and cried and cried. She hadn't cried like this since the day her and that demon broke up. She would always stop the tears midstream and just suck it up. She was holding in so much hurt and anger and frustration and questions that would never be answered. She had to let it out