Ignoring the voices and chatters was impossible. People were flooding in and out quietly. Dropping their flowers and saying their prayers for a deceased Vince.
Father organized a little wake for Vince.
I was sitting in one of the pews at a corner of the hall. Away from the attention. Away from the greetings. Away from the suffocating formality that I was supposed to carry out as a Luna. Aunt Vanessa was filling in for me. Doing both her duties and mine.
I couldn't afford to stand there. My tears haven't stopped falling since I left the hospital. I wasn't sobbing or wailing. I was normal now, but the endless drop of tears was what I couldn't explain.
That's why I have these dark shades on. And a scarf around my neck, up to my mouth. To not make it so obvious.
“Luna Elena.” I looked
