Susanna
The rest of the day passed in a blur, my body moving without any real sense of direction, as if I were navigating through someone else’s life. The moment we arrived at the funeral home, I shook off whatever fragility lingered inside me. I couldn’t afford to be soft now. If no one else would bury my sister with dignity, then I would. I would see to every last detail myself.
A man in a navy-blue suit approached me at the entrance, his voice professional. I told him who I was and why I was there. He nodded, gently ushering Florence and me into a side office that smelled of lavender and paperwork. I reached into the handbag Marceline had sent and retrieved several bundles, peeling off notes without batting an eye. I paid for the burial plot, the casket, and the funeral clothing, though I had no idea how they would be able to get it on Liliana's corpse. Every transaction chipped something off my soul, but I didn’t stop.
The man, I think his name was Marcus, led us down a hallway
