CHAPTER 70: IN A MOMENT OF PANIC

JEREMY

Funerals I've never been fond of. Sitting in a church for an hour or two listening to a priest talk about things that I have no interest in hearing... That's a nightmare to me. But I'll suffer through it for her.

I've never been religious. My mother is, she would always try to force it upon me growing up, as mothers tend to do with everything. The funerals I attended were of Grandparents and friends of my parents, and some of my Aunts and Uncles too. None of which were like today.

I've seen funerals be both sad and joyous at times, talking fond and happy memories of the deceased. One last party to see the person off. Colin's funeral was grim from start to finish because everyone here knew that he didn't have a peaceful death, he suffered, and he wasn't ready to die. He was murdered.

Like I said — today was different.

Vanessa intertwined her fingers with mine as we walked away from the grave. She asked me this morning not to hold her hand or kiss her in front of his family. Gi