Sansa's POV
"I'm sorry for the brief inconvenience, but everyone should please step back while we take care of this. Step back, please," one of the guards said.
People obeyed, though not willingly. The crowd shifted backward in slow, reluctant steps, murmurs rising under their breath.
Only then did the workers—the ones who handled waste and clearing—step in to inspect the grave.
We all stood there, watching.
I tried to find Koa in the crowd, my eyes scanning faces, searching for even a glimpse of him. I wanted to confront him, to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, because this… this was beyond anything I could have imagined.
But there were too many people.
So instead, I watched.
The workers moved carefully, while Father stood a few feet away, visibly furious, his voice sharp as he lashed out at the security.
"How did this happen?" he demanded.
"You need to see this, sir," one of the workers called out.
