might have been the only way she could stand in the room at all.
Belle sent a wreath.
It was enormous.
White lilies.
The most expensive arrangement in the room.
A ribbon said, “Beloved Kora in gold.”
She and Mark did not come.
The flowers came.
I had them moved to the back.
My father stood near the wall the entire time.
His eyes were wet.
His hands hung uselessly by his sides.
For one second, our eyes met.
He looked away first.
Their presence at that funeral felt colder
