As I listen to the minister solemnly speak at Amanda’s funeral, Brandon stands next to me wearing his tailored Armani black suit, holding my hand tightly for support. When he squeezes it, I glance quickly at him before I look up at the dark clouds. Noting that it is a very somber day, I wonder if this won’t cloud our wedding plans after all. How could it not?
Three days have passed since she was shot and killed, and I still haven’t heard anything about her children. When I contacted a lawyer, he tried to find out where they were taken but all the records have been tightly sealed, so her husband never finds out where they are. I had originally thought that we could keep them after we go to Vegas and get married, but the only thing the Lawyer had managed to find out was that they are in saf
