And like everything else in life, the universe didn't just cooperate with her for one single wish to bid Gema goodbye.
Aluna's mourning came like a delayed trainwreck after someone resumed the paused screen. She had been crying the whole morning, Stephanie was at a loss on what to do.
And when it rained, it poured. Lila requested a session. She ought to know how the safe house transport went and if she wished to participate in the everything-could-go-horribly-wrong session, leaving the fake comfort of her own house.
Mark had said Gema was in the morgue now, washed and prepped for the funeral. Someone from the police was taking care of the administrative tasks and the graveyard had been booked. Val was on his way there to relieve Mark because he had to be at the Lebakbulus logistics station by nine.
