Lyla
My father would be laid to rest today.
It's been a hectic week so far, from working hand in hand with Beta Jeremy, to inspecting the work done by every sub-department we had to put together for the funeral and then making sure that all the guests have safe passage to Blue Ridge.
This would be the second funeral I would be attending – the first was Nathan's mother, the second my father. The funeral hall was filled with heavy silence as our guests trooped in, each one of them stopping to murmur quiet condolences to us where we were standing at the entrance of the hall, my mother and sister flanking me at both sides.
I was dressed in black, barely taking note of the words each person was saying, I was too nervous to concentrate. Today wasn't just about grieving my father; it was about facing the ghosts of my past – the one person I hadn't seen in four years. Ramsey.
