Rosa's POV

Cold ran down my spine as I stood in front of my mother's grave, watching the coffin being lowered into the ground, I let the tears that I had been holding flow down ceaselessly as my heart was being shattered, I knew that a part of me was being buried with her, a part of me that wasn't going to be irrecoverable.

"From dust, we came, and to dust, we shall return" I chanted alongside the crowd as we watched the coffin being lowered to the ground, I felt a tight grip on my hand attempting to give me the succor that I needed and I smiled knowing...