Anonymous POV
The air inside St. Sabina Catholic Church was thick with sorrow. The stained-glass windows cast colorful rays onto the pews, but no light could soften the grief that hung over the congregation. The funeral service for Travis Matthew Santiago was a devastating affair.
Sade sat in the front row, her body trembling as she clutched a tissue in one hand and Marco’s hand in the other. Her sobs were uncontrollable, her shoulders shaking as she buried her face into her husband's chest. Their four children sat beside them, confused and quiet, sensing the weight of the moment even if they didn’t fully understand it.
Marco… he was beside himself. His usual calm and collected demeanor had shattered, and he sat hunched forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly together. His
