Roxy was stuff an miserable the whole drive to the graveyard. Luckily it wasn't a long drive. Which she was glad of. She was stretched to her limit when it came to steppingout of her comfort zone. Roxy had never considered herself a giver. She had always worked towards her own needs. Now she had to look after a fragile empath who was just as self centered as she has once thought herself to be.

She had no strong feeling about the graveyard. Personally she had never seen the need to have a place to grieve for those you loved. But than she had never loved anyone. She followed Jess and her mom silently. She gave them as much space as she dared. This was a family thing and she wasn't family. Roxy had no delusional. She knew she wouldn't have been invited (drug) along if the empath didn't need her just to be able to function.