49 ~ Funeral

Vivienne POV

Roman was by my side all the time. I looked at my father’s dead body in the black suit, his body vulnerable, his face swollen, the red skin pimpled with the thousands of millilitres of medicine injected into him.

My throat had run dry already, the tears empty, unable to be shed even more, and I gulped silently. Roman’s hand was on my shoulder, and we were all standing in the graveyard