Chapter 42: Meant To Be
Reese
One Week Later
They buried Flora on a rainy day.
Of course they did.
There was something almost cruelly poetic about it—the way the sky opened up without restraint, the rain falling in steady sheets that soaked into the earth as though the world itself was grieving alongside them.
It wasn’t the kind of soft drizzle that came and went. No, this was heavier. Persistent. The kind that seeped into your clothes, your skin, your bones, until everything felt damp and cold and uncomfortable.
I hated funerals. I always had.
And it wasn’t just the black clothes or the hollow condolences or the way people suddenly acted like saints in the presence of death. It was deeper than that. More personal. More… suffocating.
Because the last two times I had stood like
