Regret. She watched as the casket was lowered into the cold, hard ground. White roses were placed on the casket and one by one, the guests left. A hand on the shoulder, a sad smile, a nod directed to her.
She didn’t deserve it. Most of her life had been spent hating her aunt. But she accepted the condolences with a forced smile, society accepting no less from her. A car accident had killed them all; she was the sole survivor. Alone.
She would never be able to make peace with them.