ELDORA’S POV“Are you ready?” I see Aunty Irene stand by the door from my place in front of the mirror. She is in a black dress just as I am. I’ve been staring at myself in the mirror for about ten minutes now. Thoughtless. My hair is in a bun, I have earrings on, my neck is bare, there are sandals on my feet… I did this. Yet, I barely remember going through the motions. I look at myself once over again, my eyes skimming every part of my body, even the faint mark on my wrist.I was supposed to text Roman… but I haven’t put on my phone since it died days ago. I should say something… I know I should communicate.“Yes.” I head out the door.But I can’t.-The ceremony at the Pack House is bustling with people when we arrive, some whisper behind our backs while others approach to offer their condolences. This cursed place… First, my Mother and now my Father.I feel Aunt Irene’s hand on my back, gently nudging me to move forward, past the throng of pity filled eyes and observers.The only
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