The Fiancée and the Truth

Marcella POV

The rhythmic, heavy thud of damp earth striking the polished wood of Giovanni's coffin vibrated clear through the soles of my shoes, sending a dull, hollow ache straight into my chest. I stood rigid under the overcast gray sky, completely numb as the service drew to a formal close. Around me, the crowd of black-clad syndicate relatives shuffled past, casting dark, cold glances in my