Chapter 59 - The Funeral Without A Death

• MATTEO'S POV
• The hall was packed, louder than I expected, but with a strange, stiff kind of noise. People moving around, talking in low tones, laughing at the wrong moment. Everyone was sizing her up. Izzy, standing at the front, trying not to look nervous. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing.
• “She looks like she’s about to throw up,” muttered one of the younger captains beside me.