As Layla and the others gathered stones, rocks, and mud to fashion a final resting place for Amelia, the weight of their collective grief hung heavy in the air. With each stone carefully placed and each handful of mud lovingly molded, they sought to create a sanctuary where their fallen friend could find peace.
Susan's absence from the solemn task did not go unnoticed, her absence a poignant reminder of the toll their recent trials had taken on them all. Yet, even as she slept within the safety of the treehouse, her presence lingered like a silent guardian, a reminder of the bonds that united them in their shared sorrow.
