Eveyln stood before the grave, her knees weak, her chest burning as tears slid down her cheeks, not loud, not dramatic, just quiet and unstoppable, the kind that came from wounds that never healed, her gaze lifting only once to Giovanni, and the sight of him almost made her choke, the way his face was carved into grief, the way his eyes glistened as though he had truly loved the woman he buried, the same woman he had killed with his own hands, the hypocrisy tasted bitter on her tongue, sharp and unforgiving.Black clothes swallowed the crowd like a sea of mourning, heads bowed, shoulders slumped, sniffles and quiet sobs filling the air, Winnie stood beside her, fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress, crying openly, her shoulders shaking with each breath, and Eveyln tried to focus on anything but Giovanni, but her eyes betrayed her, drifting back to him again, searching, hoping, foolishly, that he would do one right thing, that he would bring his mother out of the cage where he had
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