Chapter 49: We Shall Move On

*Church—7:30 AM, three days later*

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Everyone was wearing black, it suited the gloomy atmosphere. Everyone was teary-eyed. Daisy, Marco, Junior (who had a cast on his leg), and Chief Davis were sitting in the front line. It was mesmerizing to see that many open coffins. Yes, it was a wake, for all the fallen police officers. Junior scratched his broken leg. The priest began another prayer.

Marco felt bad for all those lives but also felt bad for carrying the twins’ blood on his hands. He had given up his cold-blooded killer self a long time ago, but something snapped at him in that fight. Junior knew he had fulfilled his duty as a mafia leader, but he also felt sorrow for the lives taken in the process, including some of Ricci’s. Daisy was devastated. She killed a man. But Marco kept cheering Daisy up, saying things like “he’s no man, he’s a puppet”. She smiled but still had a pint of melancholia within her heart.