Juliet gently rocks her back and forth, kissing her temple and closing her eyes. The funeral is three days later, and Juliet manages to get through it, but that night she opens a bottle of rum and just doesn't stop pouring drinks after Mia's in bed, drinking it straight with no mixer. She's looking through old pictures, so much heavy on her mind, and she doesn't know how to process this overwhelming sadness.
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