Camila lay nestled against her father’s still body, her small form enveloped in the quiet shroud of the night. The room was heavy with the mingling scents of incense and the faint aroma of flowers wilting in their vases, a floral garland framing the somber atmosphere with a bittersweet perfume. The adults stood in a silent ring around the coffin, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and a creeping unease that whispered through the room like a draft.
