CHAPTER 5: MY FAKE DEATH*Cassy Lee POV_Age18

-UT 18_My fake death. The funeral was empty. Not many people came. And I wasn't sad. I was glad. That's how I knew Auntie Katie did it right. White flowers. Black chairs. One closed casket with a frame of my picture. _Here lies Cassie Marie Daniel_ _Daughter of late Lisa Daniel_ _Age 8. Never got to 18. Taken too soon._ People cried. My teacher. My classmates. Dad cried. Fake tears. I wonder if he's really my dad sometimes. Clare wore white. Like she was the victim. I watched from across the street. Wig. Sunglas