Sofia's POV
As soon as I step out of the car, the realization hits me like a brick wall. This is really happening! The white painted stone church is towering over us, surrounded by the cemetery and the stone wall holding the massive iron gates open to us. This is our family church. My parents' wedding was held here, my siblings and I were baptized here. I'd never imagined that I would be the only one attending my parent's funeral. Nor did I ever imagine that I would bury them all at once.
We are among the first to arrive if you don't count the photographers and reporters. They are standing like vultures waiting for us. Lucas took my trembling hand in his.
I gazed up at him and nodded in appreciation. I pulled at my dress, attempting to cover the hickey on my neck. I know Jacob wants it
