#Chapter 187: The Funeral

Tessa & Gideon

Tessa

The casket was tiny. Too tiny.

I stared blankly as it was slowly lowered into the ground. The small clearing was quiet except for the soft rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Ever since Gideon had convinced me to hold a funeral, I’d been in a haze. He and Brooks had handled most of the details, which I’d been grateful for. The thought of picking out caskets and flower