What would Mark think of all the photos on the mantel that were essentially a shrine to Graeme, or at least to Graeme and Brandt as a couple?
The man stood in front of the display in the living room. “Graeme was a good-looking man. You two look happy in these photos.”
Graeme smiled. He didn’t think he’d been downright vain when alive, but he had taken pains with his appearance and had paid attention to style. Now, he thanked Mark silently. He didn’t want to interfere unless Brandt stumbled.
“Thank you,” Brandt replied in his stead. “We were very happy. It was quite a shock when he died.”
“It was sudden, then?”
Brandt took a deep breath. His eyes showed the internal battle to let go of his self-imposed emotional isolation and to finally open up to someone about that life-altering day.
