Erica’s POV

My fingers were trembling as I did Ethan's bow tie. I had tried not to cry. It had been hard to keep my emotions in check while we planned the funeral. Everyone was still scared of me but the condolences they gave brought tears to my eyes every time I heard them.

Today would be the first time in weeks that I would lay eyes on my father’s body and would never see it again.

“Don’t be sad, Mom.”

Ethan pulled me into a hug as soon as I lifted my fingers from his bowtie. He was such a sweet boy.

“I am fine, love.-”

I stroked his...