Author's POV
2 Weeks Later
The air was thick with grief as the Clifford family and their extended circle gathered at the burial ground, clad in sombre black attire that mirrored the heaviness in their hearts. The day was gray and overcast, mirroring the collective sorrow that enveloped the atmosphere.
Everyone wore black outfits for the occasion. While the women wore black skirts and shirts or long gowns, the men wore black suits and black ties. They all held a black balloon in their hands.
Ethan stood, his eyes bloodshot and swollen from endless tears. His body literally trembled with grief, each step he took toward the gravesite weighed down by an unbearable burden. He never believed he would walk down the burial path of anyone, not even his mother.
It was brutal, sad, dark and
