Chapter 23. Hopeful or stupid?
Ace After the eerie weekend, I still felt woeful. Yesterday, we buried deep in the woods a small urn with Maria’s ashes and after that, all the Opal pack grieved. We drank and talked about fond memories. We spent all Sunday evening reminiscing about the best times and the lowest moments, like losing a small child. Finally, everyone in the pack understood why I wanted to tighten the security. They knew that in Maria’s place everyone's child could fall or even brother, sister, husband, or wife. For those attackers, it didn’t matter. We were the ones who suffered the most from it and I wasn’t near to discovering who did it. It looked like they vanished into thin air, just the same as it was three years ago when my parents died. “Mr. Hammond?” I raised my head and stared at Savanah, who smi
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