⁂Grayson
“Are you sure?” I asked as I watched Sierna pull on a simple knee-length light grey dress. She had chosen this specific dress because it wasn’t too dark to show mourning but still somehow being respectful.
“I organized the whole thing, didn’t I?” by thing, she meant the memorial she had organized. I didn’t respond because, for some reason, Sierna needed this. Overall, she had handled Benjamin’s death rather well. Although I knew that the letter had gotten to her in such a way that she had organized his memorial. I thought back to the day she had made the announcement, so many of Benjamin’s people had cried in relief and I wasn’t sure if this ‘thing’ was a celebration rather than a funeral. I ignored the twinge in my stomach and headed out of the bedroom. The simple ‘thing’ was
