~Tiara
One Week Later
I sat quietly in the living room, the air heavy with sadness. The room was filled with an almost unbearable tension, the kind that came from the mix of grief and unresolved emotions. Cedric had been laid to rest, but his absence felt like a gaping hole in the family.
We were all dressed in black, the formal clothes only adding to the somber mood. Giovanni and Antonio sat side by side, their faces pale and drawn. Giovanni had always been the composed one, but even he looked like he was holding back tears. Antonio, on the other hand, was fidgeting, his hands clenched tightly on his lap.
The lawyer hadn’t arrived yet, and the silence in the room was suffocating. Just when I thought no one was going to say anything, Antonio suddenly stood up, the legs of his chair
