CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE: COLLISIONNOVA POV

The funeral was small. Pathetic, really. It was just me, Sam, the boys, and three people I didn't recognize who'd probably known my godmother from the bar or her dealer's circle.

The pastor said generic things about eternal rest and God's mercy. I stood there holding Phoenix's hand while Asher clung to Sam's leg, both boys confused about why we were looking at a box in the ground.

"Is Grandma in there?" Phoenix had asked earlier.

"She wasn't ...