Sierra's POV
My eyes peeled open slowly, my entire body wishing I could go back to sleep and avoid this day. It was the day of my dad's funeral. Pretending this day didn't exist meant I got to hold onto the hope that I could bring him back a little longer. Having this today meant he was really gone, and there was no hope.
"If we refuse to get up, does that mean they won't have it?" Brooklyn asked, covering her head with her giant paws.
"I don't think that's how it works," I groaned, rolling over to find Aaron still sleeping beside me. Turning back to my other side, I saw the clock on the nightstand, which said it was only five in the morning. That meant we still had five hours until the funeral at ten.
"There's not going to be any going back to sleep, but what are we gonna do for fiv
