Olivia POV
It felt like the end of the world for me.
I got no one.
I’m alone.
I have never received so much hugs in my lifetime, but still I feel alone.
The funeral was attended by at least two hundred people. Yes, that many. Aunt Becky was loved by people in this town. Friends, neighbors, customers, suppliers, Michael’s friends and more from my school came. Even her ex-husband, Uncle Greg, came. We closed the bakery for two days to honor Aunt Becky on her final days.
So now we are back in Aunt Becky’s house after the funeral. Bianca had been sleeping here the last few nights. She would have slept here for the rest of the school year if I asked her too, but I know her parents would not approve of it. I told her to go back home and that I will be okay.
Me and Michael? I got to talk
