Once Aidan and I entered the front door, a mishmash of chatter drifted from the back of the house. It sounded like the guests had congregated in the kitchen and family room.
Strange how I felt disconnected. All these good people attending my daughter’s funeral, and I didn’t know anyone. I supposed my social skills were inept.
Since everyone’s attention was distracted, I thought I had a clear shot to my bedroom. Impolite or not, I wasn’t in the mood for sharing my grief with strangers.
Besides Dom and Jeffery, the only family member I had was Sally, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Aidan had a minion of relatives, and yet no one came. What a crappy family. On the other hand, if they were like Van, it was best they kept their distance.
I started to make a beeline for the stairs,
