At Ada's memorial service, Greta greeted the guests with impatience. She didn't know any of them.
It was almost noon when Lucas finally showed up with Jacob.
Like the opening of a film, I announced that the service was starting. The venue was an old, rundown villa. It wasn't as perfect as I had pictured, but it was quiet and away from everything.
As the lights dimmed, a large screen started showing videos of my daughter from when she was alive.
I slipped back slowly into the shadows, keeping my eyes on Lucas and the others.
Despite everything, Jacob was just a kid. As soon as he saw the images of my daughter, he clung tightly to Lucas's leg, hiding his face.
Lucas and Greta seemed uneasy, their eyes darting around, never settling on the screen.
They didn't notice as the room grew di
