Genevieve's POV
I didn't see this coming. All of this.
My grandmother once said at the funeral of one of her friends that life is fleeting and death is eternal.
I couldn't fully grasp the meaning at first.
But I'm starting to see the real meaning behind that saying.
All this about Gio dying, it's just too much.
I never saw this coming, even in a million years.
I'm still reeling from everything; it feels so unreal, like I'm stuck in a horrible nightmare that I just can't wake up from. No matter how many times I pinch myself, I just can't wake.
I'm staring at Gio's empty chair during dinner, which turned out to be one of the worst, quietest, and most tense dinners I've ever had in my entire life.
Claudia was discharged from the hospital last night, and she hasn't left her bedroom up until today.