Claire looked around again. There was a small gathering of mourners standing in a loose semicircle around the open grave, their faces looked somber.
They had decided to invite only a few close friends and family. The priest’s voice droned in quiet reverence, reciting the final prayers.
Claire's eyes caught Luther dabbing at his eyes with a black handkerchief. He stood closer to Lori. Logan stood beside her, his jaw clenched, his shoulders were rigid, like he was trying to stop himself from crying. She noticed her father too, he looked occupied in his own thoughts. Probably thinking about all the new connections he could make at the burial.
And as for her, she didn't know how she actually felt, but she knew crying was just going too far. Her feelings for Lincoln were neutral; She neithe
