K I A R A
I stood in front of the open casket. My grandmother looked peaceful, too peaceful. She looked like she was sleeping, her wrinkled face so soft.
But I knew better. She wasn't sleeping. She was gone. Murdered.
I couldn't bring myself to cry anymore. The tears had dried up a long time ago, leaving a feeling of emptiness in my chest. I felt numb, like a part of me had died with her.
A warm large arm wrapped around my shoulders as the priest started saying the eulogy. I didn't have to look to know it was Damon. His presence that was supposed to be comforting, did the exact opposite.
He believed Sera. He believed Nyx. He didn't believe me.
He was standing by me, but he wasn't with me. And that hurt more than anything.
My eyes scanned the crowd of mourners. Most of them were pack
