ALEX'S POV.I stood at the arrival arena, my hands stuffed in my coat jacket. Scanning through the crowd. The moment I spotted Saraya and Evan, relief washed over me.“Dad!” Saraya called, quickening her pace.I pulled her into a hug, then Evan. “You made it,” I said, my voice heavy with exhaustion.“How are you holding up?” Saraya asked as we walked toward the car.“I’m doing great,” I replied, though that was far from the truth, I was so exhausted.Once we were on the road, I glanced at Saraya in the rearview mirror. “You look pale. Are you okay?”Saraya gave a tired smile. “I’m fine, Dad. Honestly.” She leaned back in her seat. “But if we’re talking about pale faces, have you seen yours?”“Mine?” I raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly at her.“Yeah,” she said with a grin. “You look terrible. Evan, back me up here.”Evan laughed. “She’s got a point, dad. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”I sighed, gripping the wheel. “I haven’t. But after the funeral, I promise I’ll sleep. A
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