Chapter 130

Lucas’s POV

The gray Pittsburgh sky hung low, matching the suffocating silence that had followed us from the hospital to the hotel and finally to this graveyard.

For three days, Maeve had been a ghost in her own skin. She hadn't spoken. She barely ate.

She spent her nights curled up on the floor of Clara’s old bedroom, clutching a pillow that was losing the scent of the only mother figure she had