Downstairs, Diane and the others were waiting.
When she saw me, she didn't comment on how uneven my tie was, instead she fixed it and patted my shoulder, then we all walked toward the door.
Ren, Casper and Jasper went straight to their cars.
Probably because nobody wanted to risk suffocating each other with grief in one vehicle.
The driver opened the door and I slid into the car with Diane.
The ride was silent except for the hum of the engine. She kept twisting the tissue in her hands until it looked like it might tear.
When we pulled up to the church, the sight of it nearly knocked the breath out of me.
It was full. Too full.
Cars lined the street, people in black walked in through the tall wooden doors. Liam hated crowds. He hated when more than ten people were in a room with him, said it made him itch. But now? Now the church was overflowing with them. All here for him. All here because he wasn't.
I swallowed down the burn in my throat and forced my legs to move.
