I adjusted myself on the car seat, trying to focus on the road ahead, but my thoughts kept moving.
The soft hum of the engine filled the silence between us, and the weight of the past few days pressed down on my chest.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I fumbled for it, looking at the screen.. Bella.
In an effort to keep a steady tone of voice, I swiped to respond.
"What's up?"
"Nic," she exhaled, her voice brimming with the mixture of concern and sympathy that she had been carrying about with her ever since everything had taken place. "I wanted to provide you with a report. All of the preparations for the funeral have been made. The florist confirmed. Mrs. Franklin, mum's friend, called and said that she would bring food for after the event."
I swallowed hard, my hand tightening around th
