Widow and bother in law
Lily’s POV
Ethan’s casket was too polished. That was the first thing I noticed when I looked up through the blur of my tears. It was smooth, sleek, an expensive mahogany box that didn’t belong in the dirt. It didn’t belong anywhere except in our home, where he should’ve been—where he was just a week ago.
My hands trembled in my lap, clenching so tightly the nails dug into my palm. The priest’s voice droned on, but I barely heard him. I barely heard anything over the crushing pain in my chest.
Someone touched my shoulder and I flinched.
“It’s okay,” Adrian murmured beside me. “I’m right here.”
I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time since this nightmare began. Ethan’s younger brother. His eyes were filled with pain.
I swallowed the sob clawin
