Chapter 91: He’s my world

The rain was falling steadily, soaking the ground and the mourners who gathered under black umbrellas.

They stood in silence, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. The minister spoke words of comfort, but they were empty to Carmela.

She felt numb, as if she were watching this from a distance, like it was happening to someone else. But then, she looked down at the casket, and she knew it was real.

As the crowd began to disperse, Carmela stood alone by the grave, lost in her grief. The rain kept falling, washing away her tears.

As Carmela stood staring at the grave, a hand gently touched her shoulder. She turned to see Mr. Eliot, Max's father, looking at her with concern.

"You should go home," he said. "You've been here for hours. Let the dead sleep."

Carmela shook her head. "I can't leave him," she said. "He's my whole world."

Mr. Eliot looked at her, his eyes full of compassion.

"I know how much you loved him," he said. "But you can't keep doing this to yourse