Roxy had sat through her mother's funeral without saying very much. She felt like it hadn't been her Mum in the coffin. It shouldn't have been, she thought, as tears continued to fall. Tucked in against her father's side, she had watched the wooden box be lowered in the ground. It hurt. Even more than the funeral had, as if the burial made it even more final.
Watching Alex as he knelt to throw a handful of dirt into the grave, her heart twisted just a little bit more.
Stepping away from her dad, she knelt beside her brother and placed a hand on his lower back. Grabbing a handful of dirt with her other hand, she turned to Alex.