Somehow, we were already half-familiar with these procedures.
Dominic's parents had passed away when he was young.
Other than Rosalie, the only people he had close to him were us.
Sebastian and I talked it over, and decided to keep it from Evie for the time being. We were worried she wouldn't be able to handle the news all at once.
We'd tell her when we found a better time later.
On the third day, Dominic's body was sent for cremation.
The few remaining plots in the cemetery were all very far from Rosalie's.
I just went ahead and picked the farthest one. Things between them had been so ugly when they were alive. There was no point in letting them stay tangled up even in death.
What came next was the familiar routine.
Even the weight of the urn in my hands felt almost identical to
