Aurora's P.O.V
"Miss Anderson?"
"Miss Anderson?"
"I'm sorry, what?" She offers me a sympathetic smile.
"Would you like to do this another time? Tomorrow maybe?"
"No, if I don't start today then I'll never start. I mean, we have to plan his funeral at some point right?"
"Right." I clear my throat.
"Well, knowing Cy I know that he would have wanted something small and intimate. He hated flashy, which is so ironic to how he lived his life." I say the last part chuckling then feel my eyes water. "I'm sorry." Standing up I head out into the garden to push my tears back. If I start to crumble now I'll never come back. I have to be strong, for everyone, for our child. After calming down I head back inside. Jezel and I spend the next hour or so picking out a venue, Cy's memorial, colours
