Grayson POV
Death comes for us all eventually. No matter the mood of the day, no matter whether it's sunny outside or cloudy, nothing can forestall death when he decides that it's your time. As we stood outside, cloistered in a group, I could see Charlotte grasping desperately at Grandfather, sobbing her eyes out as the minister continued the sermon, all of Johnathon's friends and some of his clients present.
I glanced at my wife. Her expression was stoic. She stood stiffly, her demeanor one of poise, of elegance, even as she stared down at the coffin with red and puffy eyes. Since the moment she'd learned of his death, of his demise, my wife had been filled with grief and regret, of sadness and sorrow, her emotions giving rise to the pain that seemed to flow out of her with no end in s
