Chapter Twelve
After a subdued breakfast the following morning, the residents of Lighte’s Landing gathered en masse in the chapel to say goodbye to one of their own.
Sophie walked next to Claire and offered up her hand as a silent show of support. Together, they approached the front of the room, where a simple bronze urn and a picture of Paul sat side-by-side on a small table.
Claire discreetly kissed her fingertips, then softly touched them to the picture before she allowed Sophie to guide her to a seat in the third row.
Once everyone had paid their respects and taken their seats, Remiel walked forward to stand behind the little table.
But as Paul’s memorial service began, Sophie’s mind became more and more distracted by the certainty that someone in attendance was only pretending to
