AUTHOR'S POV
Ashley loved plateaus and mountains. She had told Sydney some years back when Sydney came to visit for Easter, that she'd love to live in a small house on a plateau when she got old.
Even though her dream couldn't come true, Sydney made sure her mother's funeral took place on a plateau.
The funeral ground was filled with people, people who just wanted to get the latest scope of the Morgan family so they could boost their social media handle.
Sydney felt sick to her stomach, hearing their fake sulking. If she had it her way, she would have buried her mother herself, gone to Ashley's grave with her kids, and given her mother a less hypocritical farewell.
Sydney stood in front of a podium, dressed in black.
She stared at the paper on the podium blankly and cleared her throat before speaking grimly. " I'm Sydney Morgan, Ash... the deceased um.. first daughter."
She looked at her children sitting next to Theresa in the front pew.