Chapter 88. It Doesn’t Get Better

Zera’s POV

A week later...

Lionel had given me information about the venue of the funeral service, and though he sent me the address, I couldn’t locate it on the map, so he came and took me. The service would start at nine a.m., and he instructed me to be ready before seven thirty a.m. so we could go on time.

I woke earlier than I had most days and got ready in my black square-necked gown, hat, and veil. These were my moaning attires. Aaron also woke up soundly after a while of sleeping and asked if he could come with me. I told him no. I was going because Tia was my sister, and I knew Betty would not be happy to see me, much less see him. Falling out with her because she was rude to Aaron or Zion was the last thing I wanted to do at Tia’s funeral, so I insisted he stay home to take care of Zion.

He didn’t argue but insisted that Damor come along with me for protection. The city wasn’t safe, and I knew his enemies were still out there against him. I no