TESSA'S POV “Yes, we’re sorry for the little commotion that happened today,” I said, keeping my voice even though I could still feel my heart pounding from earlier. “The casket isn’t going to be buried here after all. There was a last-minute change in plans.” I tried to keep my tone polite, almost apologetic, hoping the manager would just let it go. His expression didn’t shift much. He was one of those men whose face seemed carved from stone not necessarily unkind, but certainly unmoved. “Alright,” he said slowly, like he was weighing every word, “so when are you taking the casket out of here?” “I’ll call a pickup truck right away,” I assured him, nodding once and stepping back. “In a few minutes, we should be out of your hair. I’m sorry once again.” Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heel and started walking away. I didn’t need to stand there for his judgment or his Indifference. Today had already been heavy enough without an extra spoonful of shame from a stranger.
LAUREN'S POV“I know she deserves more, but at this point, we just have to.” Tessa’s voice was soft but carried a firmness I had heard before. Usually when she had already made up her mind about something.I shook my head slowly, taking a deliberate step back as if putting physical space between her words and my heart would make them less true. “No,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper at first before it gained strength. “Elena will be buried here.”Her brows furrowed. “How?” Tessa asked, a mix of confusion and concern painting her face. She knew the question was more than about logistics, it was about the impossible.And the worst part was… I didn’t know how. I had no answers, no miracle tucked away in my back pocket, just this gaping wound in my chest and the weight of my little girl’s absence pressing down on me until I could barely breathe. My hand rose to my face, fingers digging into my skin as if pressing hard enough could stop the tears from coming. Frustration bubbled up,
LAUREN'S POV My eyes slowly slid open, the faint sting of light forcing me to squint. At first, all I saw was a hazy blur, the outlines of shapes swimming before my vision like shadows under water. My breath came slow and uneven, and it took me several seconds before the realization hit me — I had passed out. For a moment, I just lay there, my mind trying to piece together the events that had led to this. My chest rose and fell as I remembered the last time something like this happened, the first time I collapsed from stress and exhaustion, only to wake up in a hospital bed thanks to a stranger who had taken pity on me. Back then, the doctor’s words had been firm and clear: Don’t overexert yourself, don’t push beyond your limits. But really, what choice did I have? With everything Ethan had done… with the betrayal, the humiliation, and now this — how could I possibly stay calm? Stress had become my shadow, following me everywhere, and I was powerless to shake it off. A soft, dist
SOFIA'S POV The car door shut with a satisfying click, sealing the two of us away from the dreary gray of the cemetery. As the tinted windows muted the world outside, I leaned back in my seat and allowed myself the smallest, most indulgent smile. The kind of smile that starts slow and deep, curling up from the chest like smoke. God, that had gone perfectly. I could still see the look on Ethan’s face when the whispers began, when Lauren’s sharp eyes narrowed and her lips parted in that little gasp of disbelief. And the way the rest of the crowd had turned like vultures scenting a fresh kill toward him, toward the man who’d been so certain he could keep his dirty little visit to me a secret. Of course, he hadn’t realized that when I’d leaned in with what he thought was affection to straighten his collar, I was really doing something far more delicious. My fingers had lingered just enough to press the tiny mic — no bigger than a button — into place. The mic was already connected to t
LAUREN'S POV I watched them walk away, their silhouettes shrinking against the horizon with every step. My body stayed frozen in place, my knees digging painfully into the sand, but I barely felt it. The gritty particles clung to my skin, sticking to the dampness of my legs, and my hands were buried deep in the coarse grains as if holding onto the earth itself might keep me from collapsing completely. The tears that streamed down my face dripped steadily onto the ground, mixing with the sand until tiny dark patches bloomed beneath me. “Please… don’t go,” I called out one more time, my voice breaking into a pitiful rasp. “Elena… she needs this.” My words echoed weakly in the stillness, drifting after them like fragile smoke. I kept staring at Ethan’s back, hoping desperately that he would pause, glance over his shoulder, maybe let even a flicker of decency soften him. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t turn around. His stride didn’t falter, not even for a moment. A deep, hollow ache swe
LAUREN'S POV“I suggest you pick it up and sign it today,” Ethan’s voice cut through the air, each word sharp and deliberate, “because from now henceforth, I am done with you. There’s no reason whatsoever that I need to be in contact with you anymore. When you left, I still had your contact saved because of Elena, but since she’s no longer here, I don’t ever want to see your face again.”The words slammed into me like a heavy stone striking my chest. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My fingers tightened slightly against my side as I stared at the ground, not trusting myself to look him in the eye. The sound of his voice cold, resolute made it clear this wasn’t just anger speaking. He meant every syllable.A heavy silence hung between us, thick enough to choke on. I could feel the weight of every glance. People weren’t even pretending not to listen, they were watching, quietly drinking in the scene unfolding before them.Then, Tessa moved. She stepped to my side, her heels clicki