The rain was heavy and even under Ben's own umbrella, I could still feel the wet dampness of the pattering rain on my shoulder. Turning away from the funeral, I turned to see my mother and Philip in the background, their heads hung low in respect.
“Sam,” Ben whispered, holding my shoulder tight. “What's – oh.”
He noticed what I'd been looking at, and he gave me firm grip before letting go. My uncle went ahead of me and quickly Max and Kate had been there by my side, Kate holding my hand tightly and Max not saying a word.
“Isn't that your mom?” Kate wondered, staring at the red haired woman.
“Sam has her mom's hair,” Max gave his best friends a wry smile. “But she has Pete's eyes.”
“Either way,” I muttered, hanging my head and suddenly finding an interest to the rain flowing below my f
