Chapter 42

Violet

I stare at the window of the car thinking to myself that I am actually attending my husband funeral ,I can’t believe I was a murderer. In front of me are the steps to the church and next to it, and tucked a little to the side, is a small chapel, which is where the wake is being held, apparently.I toy with the wedding ring on my finger ,then cover it with my palm,It’s the last piece of Alessio and I am never letting it go .

"You don’t have to do this, you know." Carlos’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to find him staring at me, a concerned look on his features.

"I do." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Thanks for bringing me here."

"I would have come in with you…but—"

"No, that’s fine." I clutch at the edges of the thin black veil that covers my face. "This is something I need to do myself."

He looks as if he is about to say something, then stops himself.

"Good luck," he murmurs as I push open the door of the car and step out.

A gust of wind whips my hair about my