Buried Echoes

SIENNA'S POV (TWO WEEKS LATER)

The sky didn't cry that day.

I wanted it to. Needed it to.

But the clouds held back, letting the sun pierce through like daggers of light, too bright for a moment that felt this hollow. Murmurs rippled through the air around me. People shuffled on either side of the path, their black attire blurring into shapeless shadows in my peripheral vision. I registered only so