Dimitri
The convoy moved slowly through the city streets.
Behind me, a black hearse carried her coffin. Simple and elegant, just like she would have wanted.
My guards surrounded the vehicles in perfect formation. Their heads were bowed. Their faces were grim.
The city seemed to know. Even the people on the streets stopped and stared as we passed. Some made the sign of the cross. Others just watched in silence.
I sat in the back of my car, staring at nothing.
I had not slept. I had not eaten. I had barely moved since we left that cursed beach.
Mikhail sat across from me. He looked tired and worried. He kept trying to say something but I did not want to hear it.
"Dimitri," he finally said softly. "You need to eat something. You need to rest."
I didn't respond.
