Davina's POV

The clock read noon, but I could hardly believe it after the day I’d just had.

It felt like the morning had stretched out into years.

We had buried Dad three hours earlier, under a huge cedar tree with feathery leaves that would shed over his grave. Ravi had clung to Diego most of the morning, a subconscious attempt to seek comfort in the last paternal figure he had left.

Carlotta and I had stood together, side by side, trying to come to terms with the fact that we were now ...