Ethan’s POVThe priest’s voice drifted over the cemetery. He was trying to be comforting, I think, but his words felt distant and meaningless.“We commend their souls to God, trusting in His mercy and grace…”I stood with my family, fists tight at my sides. Two coffins sat there, dark and still, waiting to go into the ground. My mom cried quietly into her handkerchief, her eyes shadowed with fatigue. Gianna, my little sister, clung to her arm, tears running down her face. Her hands shook like leaves in the wind.“Be strong, Gia,” I whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You gotta be strong for him.”Dad stood stiff, almost like a statue. I’d never seen him cry, not even when he had been badly injured. Not now. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard. But I could feel him holding everything in. He was the boss. He couldn’t let anyone see weakness. Caleb was his son, his flesh and blood, and Uncle Sam, his brother, but Dad never let himself break down.As for me, I hadn't gotten over Cale
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