Chapter 159. A Funeral Procession

It was a bad day. That much was clear enough to anyone who observed the weather. 

The sun wrestled to stay out of the clouds, and as they turned the sky into a battleground, the weather darkened, and brightened and darkened again.

So by the time we arrived at the chapel where the funeral procession would begin, no one knew if it would rain or not. 

From the moment we stepped out of the car, I kept Axel close, feeling like the father of a mischievous child even though we were age mates.

He couldn’t stand Mateo and that feeling persisted even in death. And despite sharing a similar emotion towards the dead man, I felt some chill and a bit of sorrow as we hung around waiting for the procession to begin.

This was supposed to be my death. And this would likely have been my funeral, leaving Olivia alone and mourning, Dean gloating and relieved. 

I could not help wondering how much time I could afford to waste doing “whatever the lady wants” befo