DIANA'S POV
A child's coffin. Two of them. nothing could have ever prepared me for the sight of my children in a coffin . Lifeless, pale, blue.
The sounds in the air were that of Lucian digging a grave for our children. Each thud of the shovel on the dirt resonated with my heart and made me shudder.
My eyes were drawn to the coffins. Simple, black, plain. They had been made ready before Lucian and I left the abandoned apartment complex. I didn't ask who had prepared them. I wasn't sure either if I wanted to know or not.
The tears were frozen on my face. I was freezing, goosebumps permanently etched to my skin, my teeth chattering in the cold. But the pain I felt rivaled the cold. The quiet burning of anger and grief and self loathing burned bright enough to keep me warm.
Lucian wou
