GABRIELLE’S POV
The snow fell in a thin and relentless curtain, blanketing the cemetery in white.
The coffin was already lowered halfway into the ground, and the ropes made a soft creaky sound as the men worked with stiff, gloved hands.
Their breaths puffed out in pale clouds, their faces drawn and solemn, and their eyes fixed anywhere but the hole in the earth.
No one spoke.
The woman inside the coffin hadn’t been meant to die. She was just an orderly doing her job. And now she was dead because my sister murdered her.
Damon shifted uncomfortably beside me. “We should leave now.”
I shook my head. “No. This is the least we could do. I want to stay.”
The priest murmured prayers that dissolved into the cold air, his words swallowed by the wind before they could offer comfort.
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