DANIEL’S POV
I had always thought that grief is quiet.
Soft tears.
Muted sobs.
A bowed head beneath a black umbrella.
But I lied.
Grief is loud.
It clawed through my chest as I walked down the street, my vision blurred by tears I didn’t bother wiping away. Faces turned. Strangers slowed. Some stared openly, others whispered behind their hands.
I saw them.
I just didn’t care.
Let them look.
Let them wonder what kind of broken man wandered the city like a ghost in daylight.
I had just lost the only person who ever truly belonged to me.
Nora.
My little sister.
My world.
My feet moved without direction, dragging me forward while my mind drowned in memories I couldn’t escape.
Her laughter.
God, that laugh.
Bright. Carefree. So full of life it used to irritate me when we were
