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Whispers followed me as I passed through the throng of mourners, the sound of their conversations shifting from the future of Haren Bank to my callousness, flooding my mind.
I was being eyed with suspicion for the mere fact that I had not broken down even as we placed grandfather's Urn in the family crypt, next to grandmother. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't look at her picture or the fresh flowers that had been placed underneath her smiling portrait.
Or maybe it was the silent tears that my Uncle had shed, a massive contrast to my own impenetrable wall. He had showed his emotions. Heck, even Xavier seemed especially torn up in that moment but I...
I, who was the beloved and only granddaughter. I, who was the supposed favorite, had not shed a single tear in the clear view of
