Chapter 7
The notes of the violin faded across the silent cemetery. People began to murmur behind Tris, but no one approached him where he stood with his hand on Candice’s casket. There’d been muttering in the crowd when he first arrived, but his numb heart kept their anger from touching him.
Aiden gave his hand a gentle squeeze and a shiver ran through him. God, he didn’t want to feel anything right now. Candice was going into the ground beside his parents and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Come home, Tris.”
Tris sighed. Aiden had come as fast as he could on the night Candice died. He’d taken control, saving Tris’s sanity in that sea of questions and accusations and burial arrangements. Aiden stood at his side today when no one else would. He didn’t know what it meant.
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