Chapter 106

• EMMA QUEEN.
• Is it cliché for it to rain at a funeral? Well...I think, truth be told, yes. But no one was paying attention. I can assure you of that. No one was watching the rain fall and how it soaked the grass. No one was looking up at the sky to deduce how long it would rain. All eyes were focused on the dark wooden coffin slowly descending with thousands of flowers of various colors sliding and falling into the depths of the pit by the water.
• The reverend was giving the mass with gentle words while the Ivanov family mourned the suicide of their son. The father held the mother against his chest as they watched their son descend to be buried.