Andrea's Pov

I stood by the fresh mound of earth, the black silk of my dress catching the dry wind. I looked down at the single white lily in my hand before letting it fall onto my grandmother’s casket. It had taken her a year to even begin to recover from the night Philip died, and now, she was gone for good.

My eyes drifted to Elias. He stood a few feet away, his jaw set so tight I could see the muscles jumping in his cheek. There was a hollow kind of pain in his eyes that made my own chest ache. I couldn't stand to look at him...