Quinn's POV
The evening of the funeral arrived. Landon and I silently got ready in our room, pulling on our black clothes. I had chosen a long black sweater dress and black pumps to match. Landon's outfit choice wasn't far from his usual look, though he wore black dress pants and a button-down instead of his standard jeans and a sweater. The funeral was taking place at nine o'clock tonight under the full moon.
After the ordeal early this morning with Simon, neither Landon nor I could go back to sleep. We stayed up just holding one another, thinking how different it could have been if our story had ended the same way. Landon had gone to help Terry pack things for the girls and move them into her house. Simon's house still needed to be emptied, but we decided to wait to do that until aft
