ELENA’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER… “Naked we come and naked we shall return to Mother Earth…” the priest muttered as he read the short sermon. I stood on the damp grass as the casket lowered into the earth with a slow, final creak of ropes. Two weeks had passed since the war, yet the wound felt as fresh as the moment Papa fell. The morning sun filtered weakly through the clouds and cast long shadows across the family plot. Mamma Rosa clutched the edge of the grave, her body shaking with sobs that came from decades of shared life. She had loved him since they were young, and now she was watching the man who built her world disappear into the ground never to be seen again. Serena trembled beside her, her small hands gripping Mamma Rosa’s dress. Tears streamed down her cheeks without pause. “It is my fault,” she whispered again and again, voice hoarse. “If I had stayed with Mommy, Grandpa would still be here.” Mamma Rosa pulled her closer, but the girl kept straining forward as if s
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