The days that followed blurred together into one never ending grief filled day. I stayed in my room, unable to face the pack without his presesnse lingering here somewhere. The world outside felt cold, foreign. Almost like a cruel joke that kept moving forward while I stood frozen in place. How could I walk through the packhouse, knowing he wouldn’t be there? Every step outside my door felt like a betrayal, like I was supposed to move on when I wasn’t ready.My mother and Asher handled everything—the funeral, the responsibilities left behind—but I couldn’t be part of it. I couldn’t sit in the mourning room beside his body. My mother, my grandmother, my father… they all wept, their grief filling the house like an unshakable fog. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to see him like that—lifeless, cold. My grandfather had always been strong and wise, and seeing him reduced to this fragile, unmoving form would shatter me into a killion diffrent pieces.His will had one final request for me. One
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