Avery:
The sky cried the day we buried Cruz.
Rain fell in a steady, relentless curtain, soaking through the black lace dress I didn’t remember picking out. Every drop felt like another nail in the coffin I couldn’t bear to look at. The world blurred behind a veil of tears and clouds, and nothing felt real except the cold.
I stood under a canopy the club set up, but it didn’t help. The wind was sharp and bitter, slipping through every layer of me until my bones ached. My hands were cold. My soul was colder.
It felt like the earth should’ve cracked open with him. Like the sky should’ve fallen. But it didn’t. Everything kept moving. The world kept spinning, even though mine had stopped.
I watched them lower him into the ground.
His kutte laid over the casket like a flag.
Tears burned d
