Chapter 125 The Breaking Point

• Cara’s POV
• The funeral had gone smoother than I had anticipated, and it was almost comical because during the mass, I had convinced myself that everyone’s eyes were on me, accusing me of being the cause of Manuel’s death. It felt like I could feel their stares on my body wherever I turned; sharp and heavy, full of judgment. It was dramatic but a part of me had expected whispers to grow louder as soon as I stepped into the church, to be chased away like some sort of witch.
• But the truth was, no one had even looked at me that way. It was just me. My own guilt twisting the world around me, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to believe that no one had given me more than a cursory glance. Even in a moment as somber as a funeral, it was my own mind making me the enemy.