Chapter 4

My funeral was simple; no one but my family was there.

Just as things were wrapping up, two uninvited guests suddenly appeared.

It was Fabian and Jane.

Fabian wore a black suit, his face drawn and pale, eyes bloodshot.

Jane had her arm linked with his, wearing a white dress and delicate makeup that made her look fragile.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holden, I'm sorry we're late," Fabian said, his voice hoarse with grief.

My dad didn't spare him a glance.

And my mom just turned her back on them.

The tension in the room was intense.

Tears welled in Jane's…