We never had the chance to talk during the wake, and for me, it was better. I really had nothing to say to him. I had no idea how to react if he ever tried to approach me—and if he had planned to, I wished to notice it beforehand because I swear I would try my best to escape.
I was not ready for him. I didn’t want to be ready.
We were staying in the hotel of IHM like the rest of our friends and relatives who were from abroad. The Silveros went home to their mansion but most of them stayed at the church at night. On the last night, everyone went home with grief after sharing our last words for Dayshawn. The church was filled with cries and sorrow. Even I couldn’t suppress my tears. Yet, I knew my pain was nothing compared to the family. When they left, I volunteered to stay and watch ove
