Michaela’s POV.
The wake is in full swing. The sombre atmosphere has been replaced with laughter and a good time is starting to be had.
My father and zio are smiling and laughing as they talk about my mother. I look around the room and see that everyone is here. All but three people who should have been. When we left the church, I looked for them but they had gone.
I walk behind the bar and take a bottle from the shelf. Laura, one of the sweet butts, watches me with worry on her face. I’m drunk and I know it.
“I’m ok. I need this.” I say to her and she hugs me and smiles softly at me.
“We are all here for you, Mic, don’t stuffer in silence.” She says and I look at her and nod my head before I turn and walk out from behind the bar. I see my Devil’s and they are talking to some of the
