JULIANA'S POV
I buried my head into Tyberias' chest and quietly let my tears soak into his jacket as I saw my mother's coffin slowly being lowered into the ground.
It was a small ceremony. The only people who attended were us and a couple relatives who flew over from Barbados. We didn't tell them how she actually died though, only said that she got hit by a car. Somehow, telling them that she was actually shot by her husband who was meant to shoot me, didn't sound that believable.
"I want to leave" I told Tyberias after people began burying the coffin. He nodded and led me to the awaiting car.
Once we got inside he placed me down on his lap where I sank into his embrace. He began stroking my hair and rubbing my back.
Tyberias always made things better.
He slowly ran his thumb over my
