Angel's POV
The preacher finished the funeral rites and in an hour Grandpa was laid to rest in a grave filled with flowers, his favorite stuff he liked, a baseball and a multitude of written letters in small stamps at his graveside. After that we went back into church to complete the rights with the rest of the family members seated in the large cathedral dressed in black. Black shoes, stylish suits, and expensive black glasses and with an air and flair of authority- the mighty Vinci-Souzas.
Salvatore was seated with his mother, their hands intertwined. Her head slightly resting on his shoulders and the image of him being her safe haven melted my heart in ways I couldn't explain.
How does he feel? What's running through his chaotic mind? Ever since we spoke yesterday he hasn't s
