The burial
*
As the vicar began to speak, his voice steady and comforting, the attendees bowed their heads. "We gather here today to lay to rest Miss Liza Statham, taken from us far too soon. We commend her spirit to the Lord and pray for peace and comfort for her grieving family." His words, though simple, were filled with a heartfelt sincerity that resonated with those present.
Lydia tightened her grip on Theodore's arm as the vicar continued. She glanced at her sisters, her heart breaking for them as much as for herself. Mira's tears flowed freely now, and even Shi'Enz had quieted, her sobs replaced by silent, shaking breaths. The sense of finality hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder that Liza was truly gone.
The beautiful, almost a queen Liza was dead and the king was absent.
