CHAPTER 22
The church was chilly; the small bar heaters dotted along the wall struggled valiantly to take the edge off but seemed to merely taunt the occupants with their warm orange glow. Emilia didn’t care though. She was numb inside and out and barely noticed the temperature.
She sat on the front pew, sandwiched between Stacey and Justin. She hadn’t known Justin was going to be there and, through the fog of her grief, she was impressed he’d made the effort on her behalf. It was testament to the changes that had taken place in him in the last six months and, while it was too late for them, it was nice to see him maturing and growing into the kind of man she’d always hoped he was.
David’s coffin sat almost directly in front of her – a simple mahogany finish that he would have liked
