You do not need to read the first story to understand this one.

The second instalment in The Truth serieis.

There comes a point in everyone's life where you have to let go of something important, like a prized possession, a family member or a dear friend.

Sadly, in my life this had happened too many times to count. And too long ago that I can't even remember what I lost.

But now I have lost that which is most dear to me…

Two of the only three beings in this world that can see and hear me.

How could I let this happen?

How could it all go so wrong?

The question I should be asking myself is…

Who made it go wrong?