Genevieve:
“I will bury you next to Mom, Dad,” I whispered, gently running my hand through his hair to fix it. He was out cold, his head resting in my lap. I had run out of tears by now. My eyes were swollen, and they hurt when I blinked too hard.
My body was cold from the weather, but it was my heart that had stopped beating when my father’s did.
“You know, Mom’s grave is a bit far away. But I can get some help,” I kept talking, wishing he would start responding to me.
I stared up at the sky and watched as it filled with clouds. It was going to rain soon, so I needed to get up and start working.
I had to transition to heal, but what if the wild ones came and ate my father’s body while I was gone?
‘Evie?’ I called out for her, but she responded with silence once again.
‘Not right no
