Mia POV
The funeral is a sea of black, a mass of grieving faces and bowing heads that blend together in one suffocating blur. It’s a world of muted colors and whispered prayers, all blanketed beneath a sky heavy with clouds that threaten to break open at any moment. I stand beside my mother near the edge of the grave, but I feel like I’m on another planet, my body floating outside of this scene. Even the freshly dug earth seems alien to me—too dark, too raw, like a wound ripped open.
My skin crawls with a restlessness that bubbles up like acid, burning beneath my flesh. There are so many people here. Too many. And almost all of them are mobsters. The same men my father left behind years ago when he tried to shield us from this world. And now they stand, faces carved from stone, heads res
