Chapter 2
I kept my eyes closed beneath the heavy layer of cosmetic powder the mortician had applied to my face.
My sister Jenna stepped out of the front pew, her long black trench coat brushing against the floral arrangements.
She walked slowly toward the casket, her face pale, stern, and entirely devoid of tears.
Grant adjusted his designer black tie, assuming a fake expression of tragic, grieving widowhood as Jenna approached.
“Jenna,” Grant sighed dramatically, reaching out his hand. “It’s devastating, isn’t it? She fought so hard.”
Jenna didn’t take his hand; instead, her dark eyes locked onto Tessa’s cream silk dress with absolute disdain.
“You brought her to my sister’s funeral, Grant?” Jenna asked, her voice crystal clear in the quiet nave.
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“Tessa supported me through Nora’s illness when you were off traveling for business, Jenna,” Grant retorted smoothly.
“Nora would have wanted the people who cared for her to be here today.”
