“I am sorry for your loss.” Mia didn’t notice the man standing by her side. She was lost in her own misery. Politely, she shook hands with him while nodding. She has been doing that on repeat every time someone approached her. She didn’t know what exactly she was supposed to reply with.
“Hey,” Rick approached her after the gentleman left. He had a soft smile on his face. He was treating her carefully in fears she would snap. “Do you want anything?”
Mia shook her head. “No, thank you.” Then her eyes fell on Jane and Jasmine sitting on the sofa. They both were wearing black like everybody else except their grief was real. It wasn’t hidden between the black fabrics they were wearing, no, it was resembled by their faces and eyes. It held too much on them. Jane was pretty much the same. She w
