Chapter 22 Demi's POV

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The next day I woke up and there was a sadness hanging in the air. I then realized that I was in a hotel room in a small town in Illinois. I sighed as I slowly trudged out of bed into the bathroom to get ready. My phone buzzed, it was Andrea saying they would be here in half an hour. I quickly showered, packed my stuff up, checked out, and headed outside to meet Andrea and the team. We went to the funeral home where Elizabeth was cooking away. I told her to take a break but she refused. I knew she needed something to take her mind off Brandy. The team did my hair and makeup and I put on my black dress. I started preparing myself for what was about to happen. I'd never liked funerals much, I always cried, even if I hadn't known the person very well. Afterwards, I went to find Brandy's siblings, Bailey and Chase. I found them running around playing tag. When they saw me they came running up to me and wrapped themselves around my legs. I smiled as a deep sadness settled over. They were so happy, but they didn't know what was going on. I played with the kids for a little bit and finally people started filing in. I went to look for Elizabeth and I couldn't find her anywhere. I went into the bathroom and heard a soft crying from the stall at the end of the bathroom.

"Elizabeth? Is that you?" I called out cautiously.

I heard some sniffles as Elizabeth slowly came out of the stall. I rushed over to her and gave her a big hug.

"It's gonna be all right, it's all gonna be okay," I whispered into her ear, "she's in a happy place now even though it's not what we wanted for her. She doesn't have to deal with the pain anymore. She's with her papa and one day you'll get to see her again."

She wiped away the tears and we walked out of the bathroom, both a little bit stronger than we were before. I started mingling with friends, family members, and community members that were attending the service. Soon enough, they announced that they would like us to be seated. I grabbed Elizabeth's hand and squeezed it as we walked down the aisle to the front of the room.

"We are gonna get through this," I said to her just as the service began.

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