Everyone POV
Almost everyone in the Lost Cities went to their funerals. No one had ever drowned before. But no one ever did.
Keefe was heartbroken that she was taken from them in probably the hardest time of her life.
Fitz heard her sometimes. She haunted her wildest dreams and appeared in his bedroom. The only thing he had left from her was the purple albertosaurus, but that while it eased the pain slightly, it also left him feeling sick thinking, She took the time and thought and time to get me this, but all I gave her was a dumb pen. The one I gave everyone else except Biana and Keefe. How could he do that? And he just set it aside at mid-terms, but it's so important now.
Biana hid in her room, refusing to eat. She didn't sleep, didn't stop crying. After all, Sophie had left them when she and Biana were on bad terms.
Kesler and Juline wouldn't let the triplets go into Dex's lab, or room anymore. They left everything to gather dust and remind them of their son.
Now Grady and Edaline had it worst. They were receiving condolences at her funeral. They were trying not to sob for so many reasons, but the grief and sadness over took then. It was like Jolie died all over again. But it was somehow worse. Sophie died believing that they didn't love her, died believing she wasn't wanted.
Meanwhile, Sophie drifted in and out of consciousness, hearing bits and pieces of life around her.
Occasionally, Dex also stirred, but the two were both drugged almost immediatey.
But no one in the Lost Cities, save the kidnappers, knew that Sophie and Dex were still alive, but only barely. Only one group still had hope.
The Black Swan.