Nina
The next morning, Enzo and I woke early to go to my sister’s funeral.
The Luna had no funeral. I couldn’t decide if that made me feel good or bad, though. It seemed as though she had no real family, no one who cared that she had died. Even my father seemed completely unfazed by her death, and seemed more relieved than anything. I guessed that it was the mark of a truly bad person, for someone to only have people be relieved by their passing.
Selena’s funeral was small, too. As we arrived at the burial site, which was just a little ways behind the mansion down a path in the woods, it was only the three of us: my father, Enzo, and myself. Aside from us, there were only a few of my father’s guards and an older man in green overalls with a shovel in his hand and dirt on his fa
