CAMILLE
"Don't move. I'll open your door." Max tells me as he steps out of the car. He slams his door shut before he walks around the car and opens mine. He takes my hand to help me out, and when I fumble a little bit, he picks me from the seat and sets me down beside him.
I'm so tired. I'm barely able to walk up the stairs to the church's entrance without breathing hard.
I'm nine months pregnant and Victoria's burial is today.
She passed on a week ago. I was in bed with her, talking to her and discussing silly baby names, then she fell asleep and never woke up. That's how she wanted to go; painlessly and unaware of the fact that she was dying.
I can't get over my grief. No one can. We all knew that this was going to happen at some point but none of us were ready for it.
Victoria'
