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Jared’s pov. The pastor says some prayer as the lift the coffin into the grave. There are over fifty people here. They are all crying, some tears are real others just for theatrics. I hold unto the tissue in my grip but I don't use it once. I look over as my father pours his goodbye sand into her grave. Her sister looks at me, they all look at me. Waiting for me to say my farewell, but don’t have anything to say. I watch them cover her grave and I can finally breathe for the first time in a long time. Dad killed mom. That is my story. Whenever anyone asks about my family, I remember the day my father had no choice but to kill the only woman he had ever loved just to save me. After the ceremony, I go over to the hospital to the only person that is important to me. Lisa welco
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