AMELIA
[ONE MONTH LATER]
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a long, black silk gown that was glued to my body, a heavy silk.
My eyes, usually bright with a spark of… something, were hollowed, dark and etched with a grief that seemed to have permanently settled in me. I plastered a fake smile on my face, gazing intently at my appearance.
My parents had said that they would be there for Xander's burial. The text from my father a few days back confirmed it.
My stomach churned at the thought of them being there. They didn't deserve to be there. I didn't want them to be anywhere around Xander or I. They wouldn't care about his burial for all I knew.
When I was pregnant with Noah, Xander was always there to care for me, even with my parents disapproval. He didn't stop helping me
