Matteo's Pov

My eyes are sunken into my skull, my lips parched, my skin and body malnourished, and my hair a mess.

Sweat trickles down my forehead and I swallow my spit in an attempt to wet my uncomfortably dried throat. My eyes dart around and every sound coming from anyone is filtered out as I lose myself while solely focusing on my father's coffin as it lowers into the ground.

My mother is an obvious mess but she's holding her head high as expected of her but mostly for Julia. If ...