The pack house stood shrouded under the overcast sky, the odour of death lingering in the silence of every breath.
The funeral stretched from morning until late evening. The old lady who once commanded the pack house with the tip of her cane, now laid peacefully still in an elaborate coffin, surrounded by an elegant yet lifeless sea of white flowers.
Ivy found herself wondering whether her Grandma would've complained about it. She could practically hear the old lady clicking her tongue and demanding the flowers be replaced.
Ivy stared at her grandma's lifeless face, wondering why she couldn't see the tranquility that her she chased throughout her life.
Even in death, her grandma seemed to wear a frown brimming with worries.
"Ahem, if I may have your attention."
The low hum of c
