Over the next week, I handled every detail of Kyle's funeral on my own, from choosing the cemetery plot to arranging the memorial service. Each day wore me down a little more.On top of that, my company told me they planned to transfer me to the Arlingston headquarters as general manager. Between work and the funeral, I felt like I was barely holding myself together.The day of the funeral, the sky was dark and overcast. Dressed in black, I stood at the entrance greeting guests, my face blank and my posture straight.A large crowd came. Kyle's old neighbors, my coworkers, and reporters from several media outlets had all heard about the story.What should've been a funeral had turned into an anti-scam livestream. Before it even began, thousands of people were already waiting online to watch.When Joshua and Vanessa arrived, a murmur swept through the room.Joshua wore a perfectly tailored black suit and a solemn expression. Vanessa, meanwhile, wore a white dress with light makeu
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