On the day of my funeral, the sky was clear and cloudless. There wasn't even a breeze.My sisters and Charlotte knelt before my grave. White lilies blanketed the ground, and my name was carved into the headstone: Graham Bennett.Claire gently placed the little lion in front of it. She had spent the entire night sewing it back together, carefully stuffing the cotton back inside, stitching up its torn ear, and painstakingly embroidering the words "Graham" all over again."Here you go." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I lost it, but I've fixed it now."Natalie knelt beside her, clutching the necklace in her hand. She had always believed Lucas bought it for her. Now she knew. I'd worked three months of part-time jobs to pay for it. She opened her mouth again and again, trying to speak, but not a single word came out.Vivian knelt at the front of the grave, her back perfectly straight, like a statue carved from stone. She stared at my name for a long time.Then she slowly bent
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