Sierra's POV
Stepping back outside into the cold afternoon air, the gathered crowd had all waited for Aaron and me to exit, the singing beginning to die away, but some continued. One of the cemetery workers would place the casket in its final resting place. They didn't like to do it when the family was around because it was too difficult for them to witness most of the time. Now that the service was over, it was time for the following lunch and reception. It would be more hours of fake smiles and pointless conversations when, at this point, I only wanted to be alone with my family. A pathway opened in the crowd, and no one wanted to return to the pack house before we did. Still holding tightly to my hand, Aaron guided me through the wide opening, my mom on the other side and the rest of
