Twenty-four hours later…
CELIA
The dark sky ripped off and a heavy rain shower poured over everyone standing in the graveyard. Killian wrapped his arm around my shoulders and snuggled me closer.
Every person had the color black shrouding them, but I was the only one completely devoured in the darkness.
My mother was found dead in her bedroom.
Her body was on the floor, her face was pale, and her feet were cold. There was no sign of struggle on her body and even her stiff fingers were gripping a dagger. The very same dagger she stabbed her chest with.
The detailed investigation report revealed it was a suicide. Open and shut case.
Killian held a funeral for her and stood beside me like a strong pillar. Unlike Jaron's empty funeral, many people came to pay their respects to Mother.
