Chapter Eighteen
Wednesday, 10:46 a.m.
Tara and I stepped through the heavy wooden doors into the church vestibule, which seemed only slightly less chilly than it was outside. I balanced a covered tray in my arms—my contribution for the reception. I blinked against the sudden gloom as the doors fell shut behind us with a soft click. A notice board with various church and community events hung on the wall to the right of the arched entrance to the church proper. A large announcement board hung to the left, listing the date and time of Barry’s funeral. A row of pegs lined the wall beneath a stained glass window, flanking the doors that led back outside. A small baptismal pool on a stone pedestal stood near the threshold of the doors. The entire area had a stale air about it that reminded m
