I sat in front of the mortuary, tears cascading down my cheeks in a relentless stream. The reality that my mother was no longer alive felt incomprehensible, as if an immense void had opened up in my heart, making it difficult to breathe.
Luke had called for an ambulance right after Azazel had left, while I remained there, lost in my grief. I couldn't bear to look at her lifeless face; her eyes were gently closed, as if she were simply sleeping peacefully.
There were no visible injuries, nothing that indicated she might be dead, yet she was no longer breathing.
The medical team rushed in just five minutes later, desperately attempting to revive her, but it was already too late. She was gone, and the thought of never seeing her again was unbearable.
"Arabella."
I lifted my gaze to meet
