The sky was a dusky shade of violet when the last of the mourners departed, leaving behind trails of solemn footsteps across the muddy lawn outside the ceremonial hall.
Eliza’s wake had been as beautiful as anyone could’ve hoped.
Her spirit was strong, and though her body was gone, her memory lingered like a haunting echo inside every broken heart that remained.
Lily stood by the window of her dorm room, arms folded tightly across her chest, her shoulders quaking slightly with every breath.
Her eyes were puffy from the hours she had spent crying, and her chest felt like someone had hammered a void into it.
Lucas and Liam sat across from her on the bed.
They didn't speak much. They didn't need to. Just being there was their statement—that they would stay with her through this stor
