Maya

As I walked into the church, Jackson by my side, the weight of the moment pressed down on me like an unbearable burden. My white dress, hauntingly identical to my wedding gown, felt suffocating—a cruel mockery of what should have been the happiest day of my life. The air inside seemed heavier, the walls closing in with each step.

I glanced around and saw Stella sitting in a corner, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Near the coffins, Liam stood rigid, fighting a losing ...