It's the day of the funeral. Michael wanted his wife to be buried in the most beautiful and Godliest church we had and in the most expensive casket. He'd make sure to only have us and the family that actually knew her in the front rows.

The morning was quiet. The girls and I had gotten up late to see him downstairs with breakfast made for us. We all ate in silence before the Wren wanted to go to her room and Amara had started to cry again. Alessandro took her to the living room and put on some ...