After both Annemarie and Evenlyn were killed, her mother, father and Andrew came back together as a family. Her mother dug Andrew out of the ground with the help of her husband. 

 

The strangest thing happened when her mother tried to explain it to Andrew. "Mom," he said. "I already know what happened. I was there." The words were laced with wisdom, and felt weird coming from a nine year old's mouth.

 

Days later they moved, the house had too many memories in it. 

 

It took the family of three moving into the new house to finally realise the greatness of Annemarie Howlter's scarifice. Little did they know, that Ann was watching over them, the guardian angel. 

 

They mourned over her death, day after the day, the pain never went away. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Andrew grew up, never forgeting his older sister's sacrifice. They mourned her every year on her birthday and the day she took her own life to save her family's. 

 

The pain always made it back into thier minds. It was truely unforgiving...