Naia's POV

"You look nice," Matt commented as I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room.

"Thank you," I mumbled. I was wearing a black pantsuit with a dark navy blue blouse underneath. Gabby had curled my hair and it was now it was in gentle waves down my back.

2:00.

That's when the funeral started. It was 1:00 now. I had already eaten lunch and now I just had to wait.

"Come here," Matt patted the seat next to him and I went over to sit down. Matt wrapped an arm around me and I leaned against him.

I made a face, "Funerals suck."

"Yes they do," Matt chuckled softly.

"Why do people have to die?" I asked as a few teardrops started to fall.

Matt looked down at me and swiped his thumb underneath my eye, wiping away the tears. "Everything has an end. Nothing can go on forever."

"Doesn't space go on forever?" I pointed out and Matt smiled at me.

"Who knows?" Matt replied, "Maybe there's an end and we just haven't found it yet."

I nodded and leaned back contently against Matt. The material of the pantsuit rubbed uncomfortably against my leg and I was reminded how much I hated dressing up nice. Then again, I wasn't going to attend Jane's funeral not wearing something nice.

Jane's funeral.

"What does dying feel like?" I wondered out loud, my voice surprising myself. It was a strange question. A really strange question.

Matt seemed to contemplate what I had just asked.

"I suppose it would depend on how you die though I don't know." Matt finally replied.

I sniffled, "Yeah, I didn't think you would. It was a stupid question."

"Hey," Matt tilted my chin up so I would look at him. "There is no such thing as a stupid question."

I nodded to show I had heard but inside, I didn't agree with him.

There were plenty of stupid questions in the world.

"I'm nervous," I told Gabby as we walked up the steps of the church. "What if her parents don't like me?"

"Then I don't think they would have invited you in the first place," Gabby replied, opening the door. We walked in and I immediately felt as if a cold bucket of water was dumped on me. There were people everywhere, ranging from babies to elders.

When we walked in, all the eyes seemed to turn to us and then a couple rushed up. A man and a woman who I presumed were Jane's parents since they looked a lot like Jane.

"We're so glad you could make it," The woman said, shaking Matt and Gabby's hands. I racked my brain, trying to think of what her name was.

Sasha?

No, that wasn't it.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Robert, Jane's father," The man said and the shaking hands repeated.

I looked up at the couple and saw that it was evident they had been crying. The woman smiled softly at me and took my hand. My mind went blank but it knew to shake it.

"You must be Naia," She whispered, "I'm Sarah, Jane's mother."

Sarah.

That's it.

"It's nice to meet you," I mumbled, reverting my eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry for your loss." Realizing that it was rude to give my condolences while looking at the ground, I quickly returned my gaze back at Sarah who was nodding slowly.

"Come, come, just leave your coats there." She said, gesturing towards a long wall mounted coat rack.

We were lead to a big room where a bunch of people were seated, talking to one another. Some were crying, some had been crying.

Funerals were sad events.

Sarah and Robert took us to a round table and all of us took a seat. Awkwardly, I managed to get a seat in between Matt and Gabby and tried to maintain eye contact with Jane's parents but they just made me feel even guiltier than I already was.

"The police told us that you were there," Sarah got all choked up and cleared her throat before continuing, "That you were there when Jane was shot."

My mouth was slightly agape as I struggled to form words. All I could do was nod.

"We don't want to force you to do anything," Robert quickly clarified before he kept going, "We just wanted to know what exactly happened that day. Not just when the cops were there."

Sarah nodded, tears threatening to spill through the corners of her eyes. "We just want to know what our baby's last day was like." She said, barely able to hold back a sob.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard as I tried to remember what that day was like. My brain had spent so long trying to avoid that, trying to pretend that it didn't happen, it was a little bit scary how blurry everything was.

"It was hard to keep track of time in the room," I started, my voice quivering with every word. "But Jane was really good at that. Keeping track of time I mean. We had just been moved to the second house, and...and..." I trailed off, my mind was torn between doing what it had been doing which was shutting it out, and what I was now asking it to do, which is remember.

Gabby took my hand into hers and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

"We fell asleep and then sometime later they took us back out to the car. It was dark and cloudy. We were put in the back of the van and Jane asked me where they were taking us. I told her I didn't know, and then I told all the girls how brave they were and that it would be okay." I went on, recounting what happened that day, unsure it what I was saying was true or not.

I couldn't go on. I knew what happened after we were tossed out of the van. What happened when the undercover detectives asked to see the boss.

"The last thing she ever said was asking where she was going?" Sarah whispered and I numbly nodded.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled but the couple didn't hear me as they embraced each other, Robert trying to comfort Sarah as she sobbed. Only Matt and Gabby could and that was because they were sitting right next to me.

"I'm sorry."