LEENA
All eyes are on William and I as we make our way into the funeral house. I meet some of the gazes, wondering if the guilt within me is reflected in my eyes. I know I have no reason to feel any amount of guilt but the weight of it lingers. I’m consumed by the secret I keep – the true cause of Sanderson’s death – while everyone else here seems to be grappling with their own guilt, replaying what they could have done differently that could have saved him from himself. William on the other hand is walking beside me with an air of calm, it’s as if he didn’t orchestrate Sanderson’s death and watch it unfold without flinching.
“Find Bethany and stick to her,” he whispers into my ear, his hand on my lower back. “I’ll meet the two of you after an hour, there’s something I need to take care
