The burial day

MELISSA'S POV

As I laid in bed scrolling through my emails, a light knock echoed through the room. I sat up, hoping that it was Alexander so we could talk. But Careen popped her head in and smiled. Disappointment filled me as I returned her smile.

"Axel here, your mom's burial is today."

I had forgotten how long I had been in the hospital and didn't realize that day was here already. I wasn't ready for something this dark, but I knew my dad needed me today. I nodded at Careen and got up from the bed, hoping I had something in here that would be appropriate enough for the funeral. Club funerals weren't like the traditional ones. As long as the members showed up in their leather cuts, it didn't matter what you wore underneath it.

Careen shut the door as I rummaged through the bag of clothes someone brought over from my apartment. I didn't have much to choose from so I grabbed my normal attire: skinny jeans, a white v-cut tee, my boots, and of course, my leather cut. My face was a mess,