I pulled back and wiped my face with my palms as my face flushed hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I murmured.
Daniella looked at me, wiping her own face with the sleeve of her shirt. "For what?" she sniffed.
I stiffened and turned away. "Gammas don't cry," I growled.
Daniella softly touched my wrist and smiled sadly. "It's alright." She scooted closer and leaned her head against my arm. "You need to grieve. So do I for that matter. The last week has been kind of crazy."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. A gentle breeze had started blowing through the meadow. The tall, emerald grass rippled across the ground like waves on a lake. I took a deep breath and sat up. Daniella followed and drew her long legs against her torso and leaned her head on her knees.
"It's really pretty out h
