Chapter 74

The atmosphere inside our home after the confrontation at the cemetery was heavy with unspoken tension. Vince paced the living room, his jaw clenched and his eyes ablaze with a mixture of grief and anger. I approached him cautiously, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

“Vince, taking legal action might not be the best immediate response,” I urged, my voice soft. “Let’s consider other options before heading to court.”

He turned to me, frustration etched across his face. “Laura, he disrespected us at our son’s funeral. I can’t just let that slide. I need to do something about it.”

“I understand, and I’m angry too, but rushing into legal action might escalate things,” I replied, my concern for Vince battling with the need to protect Oliver’s memory. “Joy might be going through a tough time as well. Let’s talk to her first. Give her a chance to address her husband’s behavior.”

I nodded, recognizing the intensity of emotions in the air. “Let’s approach this met