Chapter 246

Hours had passed, but Alessio had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Alessio.

“It’s okay to cry, Alessio.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I spoke. “Okay, maybe not the punching part—“

“I know.” I felt Alessio’s soft lips pressed against my temple.