Chapter 83: A Funeral: Henry's Sudden Visit
The next day dawned gray and heavy, the kind of sky that mirrored Eira's heart.
Callian was standing by the car, watching her as she adjusted her coat.
Her hands trembled slightly, but her face had no expression.
She hadn't said much since learning about Marion's death, but Callian could see right through her.
"We don't have to do this," he said gently, stepping closer.
Eira shook her head. "I have to say goodbye. She deserves that."
Callian opened the passenger door for her. "Then let's go."
The drive to Marion's hometown was silent.
The same small church came into view, its spire piercing the overcast sky.
Cars lined the street, and mourners milled about the entrance, their faces solemn.
Eira's grip on the door handle tightened as they parked. "What if they don't let me in?" she whispered.
