MERIDA

It's been three days since Zayna's

death, and today was the day we buried her. The funeral felt heavy in the air, like the weight of everything that happened over the past few weeks was pressing down on me. 

Everything was in order now, but it felt wrong-wrong that she's gone, wrong that her father was the reason she's dead, and wrong that so many things wereleft unsaid.

I stood near the edge of the clearing, the wind tugging at my hair as I look over the gathering of people. There were few of us-those who truly care, I suppose.

Zayna's father, a once proud man, had committed suicide...