Stacey
As we approached the packhouse, vibrant flowers lined the steps, their petals dancing in the breeze. The air was filled with soft murmurs and sniffles as we walked inside. My heart ached when I saw Gemma’s mom crying, her dad standing by her side in comfort. Leaving Jaden’s side, I went over to them - they had always treated me like a second daughter.
As I approached, they huddled together in the back of the redecorated conference room, heads bowed and clasped, hands trembling. I wrapped my arms around them, feeling their shaky embrace and tears dampening my dress. We stood there for a few moments until they finally released me and wiped away their tears. Gemma’s mom reached for her hanky to dab at her eyes, while her dad let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t even imagine what you both must be going through,” I whispered, feeling my own eyes prick with tears. Gemma’s mom mumbled a thank you, but her glistening eyes showed the depth of her heartac
