The Funeral of Moofi Rizzo
The sky was heavy, dark with clouds that seemed to press down on the earth like a weight too great to bear. Rain fell in thick sheets, pouring relentlessly, soaking the grass, the trees, and the rows of black umbrellas that dotted the cemetery like dark flowers blooming in the mud. The air was cold and wet, and the wind carried the scent of rain and earth.
Bella wore a black dress. Simple, no jewelry, no adornment. Her face was bare of any makeup, her hair pulled back in a low, tight bun. She looked pale, tired and older than her years.
Leo stood beside her, his face expressionless. He wore a black suit, black tie, and black shoes. His gray eyes were fixed on the casket in the distance but Bella could see the tension in his jaw and the tightness in his shoulders.
