Breelia's POV
"I think we should help her arrange for a funeral, it might help," I suggested and he had a confused look on his face for a moment, before his gaze softened.
I guess he had thought about what I said and was thinking it was a good thing too.
"Yeah, okay, I'll make the arrangements," he sounded unsure but I knew it was because he was trying to think of a way to get it done quicker.
He seems to be willing to do anything just to help her feel better and that kind of put my mind at ease, at least I now know that Ashley would always have someone else aside from me looking out for her.
I wanted to ask him if he had gone to torture Mason like he had said, but then he turned to leave and I know he was probably in haste, so I didn't try to stop him.
The loud vibration from my phone pulled my attention from Uncle Carlos's retreating form back to the pocket of my blue sweat pants.
