82. Keeping it in the family.
Leighton I was finally back alone after a horrible evening. The warrior ceremony had been a disaster. When dad proceeded as he planned Felicity had initially refused to attend. Mum talked her round, telling she would never forgive herself for not saying goodbye, even if she wasn’t ready yet. I wished she hadn’t come. Seeing her sobbing at his side as we tried to say our goodbyes was hard. Worse though, when we waited so long to light the pure that she needed to be forcibly removed from his side. Screaming as she was pulled away she grabbed it his clothes, dislodging the intricate arrangement that was holding his head in place. I watched in horror as his head rolled sideways before falling of the table onto the floor. Rolling to a stop nearby by his wide open eyes staring at me. My
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