Michael couldn’t help but stare at the casket, all too aware that Eleanor was in it. He was conflicted between wanting to see her one last time and not wanting to see her at all.
Also, her parents would hate him even more, so he just couldn’t reconcile the two.
Eventually, more people started arriving. Every one of them would glance past him, not recognizing him but also showing no inclination to try. If there’s any place where people will leave other people alone, it would be at a funeral.
“Could’ve sworn you’d be in Boston.”
Michael shifted in his seat as someone sat on his side, quickly figuring out it was Tafari.
That shocked him beyond belief.
“What?” Tafari asked, arms crossed in front of him. “I knew her too.”
Michael winced away. He didn’t understand why Tafari was even talk
