Buried Truths

THE FUNERAL

~THIRD POV~

The cemetery in Mijas sat on a hillside overlooking the Mediterranean, all white stone and cypress trees and the kind of relentless sunshine that felt like an insult when you were burying your child, and Alba stood at the edge of the freshly dug grave with her entire body trembling so violently that Tomaso had to keep both hands on her shoulders just to keep her upright.

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