Chapter 17
“He’ll be here.” Anna’s hand on his arm was possibly the lightest touch he’d ever had from anyone, but somehow, Phillip felt it even more deeply.
“I can’t thank you enough for this.”
The publicist Alex had put him in touch with had done a good job of blocking media access to the funeral. That didn’t mean they could stop people crowding the gates. What he hadn’t expected were the small number of haters—those who were for s****l equality, and those against. One contingent hated him for outing homosexuals and the other for turning out to be one of those ‘horrible people’. He didn’t give a s**t what they thought of him, but he hated that they were here, waving their sick banners. “It seems I’m going to be persona non grata just about everywhere after this.”
“Have you thought abo
