Hadassah’s POV
It was a chilly, gloomy rainy day, we all stood with our umbrellas under the rain to bury the man who was once known as my father.
I watched as the coffin was laid gently into the ground, my mother's sobbing intensified as the coffin lowered.
I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze as it continued to shake violently. I couldn't cry, I don't know why the tears are refusing to fall. I guess I've held it in for so long, they've formed a lump in my chest.
This just got personal! I thought.
Whoever was behind the killings just crossed the line. They think they've won, but the war was just starting.
I looked around, taking in each of the faces present. They were a few close relatives, some friends, neighbors and colleagues from work, nothing odd but I'm sure we were being watch
