–Livana–
Kelly's body was delivered to the funeral home, David overseeing every detail with quiet devotion. She had no family, but she had us. A single bullet had claimed her life, piercing her forehead, yet they ensured she looked serene—almost beautiful, as though death had softened into sleep.
David did not cry. Instead, he stared at her face for so long, as if memorizing every line, every curve, as though he feared forgetting her. It was her face, her body, her silence. I could not linger there; the air was heavy, and I am pregnant. David insisted on staying, though Lore said David had endured sleepless nights.
My heart ached for him. He had fallen in love with someone who would never return love to anyone. A cruel fate, and I sighed, feeling the weight of sorrow for my brother-in-law.
Lore, restless as ever, pressed me for permission to leak Kelly's information. But I could not. I would not breach that trust. Still, I had my ways. When our eyes met, I raised my brows.
