Chapter 71

• Stan walked beside me, his face grim. I could feel the weight of his silence, but I also knew he was as confused and shaken as I was. We didn’t speak as we made our way back to the car. The world outside seemed too bright, too loud, for the somber mood that gripped us. I slid into the passenger seat, and he started the engine without a word.
• “Do you really think we can find him?” Stan asked with a tone of disbelief.
• “I hope so. We had many strange faces, on the day of the funeral. I am sure the camera would have taken most of the faces.” I responded.