During those rare moments when he envied his brother’s life with Sarah, Mark made sure he kept his thoughts well hidden from Matt.
Entering the sanctuary at her mother’s side, Heather noticed that not a single pew sat empty. Elbow locked with Lauren’s, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead and chin held high. All morning she had prepared for this moment. Heather felt determined to maintain her composure, even if it required detaching herself from the scene. She refused to exhibit another loss of control as she had last night at the wake.
Her father’s casket, now closed, loomed closer and closer. Upon reaching the front of the church, Heather and her mother took their places in the empty pew. She did not even glance at the row behind them, fearful of making eye contact with either her
