Sofia's POV
The morning after the funeral moves slowly. It's like watching paint dry.
Lucas and Jacob worked out with the pack, but they were back in our room before I woke. They keep checking on me as I stay in bed, not in the mood to do anything.
Every time one of them calls out to me, I make sure to answer: "I'm here!"
They let me be, mostly. And I am not sure if that's what I want. Or if I should ask someone to stay with me. For some reason, I didn't say anything.
I slip in and out of sleep during the day. I feel empty, hollow, and cold. By lunch, Aida came with Molly in her arms. An evil trick, how am I to say no to Molly?
She crawls up to me on the bed and lays her head on Lucas's pillow. Her silver eyes meet mine as she asks:
"Why are you sad?" While her tiny hand strokes
