PROLOGUE
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“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” The old, black pastor whispered as he tossed the dirt down into her mother’s grave. She could hear sniffles and whispering as people slowly walked back to their cars that were lined all the way down the graveyard road. The train’s horn grew louder in the background. She zipped her jacket the rest of the way up; her breath puffed out a cloud of heat in the cool air. The colorful leaves on the small tree behind her blew viciously with the wind. She could feel a deep sadness fall over her.
Who were all these people anyway? It was Elysia’s first time seeing half the people there. And where was her dad? He was never reliable, but she expected him to be there. No, she needed him to be there.
“Lysie, you ready?” Her grandmother sniffled as she held out her wrinkled hand.
Elysia could see her feet moving, but it felt like she was floating. Like she was in a dream and her mother
would wake her at any moment.
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The sound of the cold, hard dirt hitting the casket played over and over in her head the whole ride home.
Short first chapter but very intriguing 💖