Chapter 105

Allison's POV 

I've never been to a funeral before—let alone that of a parent. Frank.

For all the hatred I once held for him, for everything he put me through, I can't deny that he's the reason Darius and I found each other. And despite everything, he was the only father I ever knew who loved me.

It hurts. And I'm not even lying.

It's raining. The sky mourns with us, droplets pattering against the umbrellas shielding us as the priest speaks in solemn tones. He says all sorts of things about Frank—things that aren't exactly true. Well, maybe some of them are.

My mother sits motionless in her wheelchair, eyes hollow, staring at Frank's coffin as though she doesn't quite understand why she's here. As if she wasn't meant to be part of this moment. As if she can't remember how she even got here.