Drake Lieself walked into the house once again. The funeral service was over. The burial was taking place.
His mind was still buzzing with emotions. It was distracting him.
His mother had been brought into the main Mafia House building. She was seated on a soft sofa and handed something cold to drink. She was still weeping and sobbing although her wailing had calmed down quite a bit.
Drake's mind was buzzing. There was too much he had to sort through before his body could finally relax.
His nerves were on high alert.
All of his senses were on high alert to keep his body from showing the tremors and twitches racked up underneath his clothes.
Drake took the stairs upstairs to the room he had sat in before the funeral had been held.
It was a good place to sit.
