Jessica POV
Sitting with my Grandparents, after everyone had left, to do whatever they had to do, we talked about what had happened, and shared our feelings. As much as the others thought I was not affected by what happened, and at the time I had no feelings at all, that was until seeing him being hit, and then the plunge of what looked like a knitting needle, the death hit.
I was shattered.
I put it behind me and continued to work, because that needed to be done; I could not fall apart in front of everyone, that would not get the job done, and we had a lot to do.
But now.
Just us.
The emotional release moment was there.
I cried, my grandparents cried.
For me, it was the end of a long battle for love and recognition that I would never get.
I no longer felt like the failure that
