RAVEN:
The entire process of Marco’s funeral takes a toll on me—from the nightmares to seeing his girls and Tamara daily. The guilt presses down on me, and I barely eat.
Dante, on the other hand, is doing fine. He seems even more jolly, knowing his daughter is under his wings and fully in his control.
Today is Marco’s funeral, and everyone is dressed in black. Dante, too, is dressed up, and I overhear him on the phone with someone, asking if he is ready to present the eulogy. I imagine what he has cooked up.
I barely speak to him, because truly, I have nothing to say to him at the moment. He is proud of what he has done, and I cannot tell an adult how to f*****g behave.
My concern is Tamara, so when I finish getting ready, I go to find her. She is sitting still on her bed.
“I cannot
