A Funeral Where I Felt Invisible
The funeral was small and subdued.
Lina moved through the room like a queen dressed in black, greeting guests, signing documents, accepting condolences with practiced composure.
She seemed completely in control.
Meanwhile, I stood quietly near the back of the room, hands folded, feeling less like family and more like a forgotten guest—like a piece of furniture no one bothered to notice.
The Will That Said Everything… and Nothing
