Chapter 15 Shared Grief

• Some hours later, my mother and I found ourselves amidst a sea of guests at Mr. Hunt's funeral, concerned that our presence might draw unwanted attention. Luckily, we managed to merge among the multitude of attendants, from prominent politicians and businessowners to regular town folks like us.
• The funeral was a testament to the impact Mr. Hunt had on so many lives, and everything he changed during his very last days. It was also a reminder that even the most powerful among us are not invincible, and that life is a precious gift to be cherished. I couldn't help but shed a few tears myself, holding my mother's hand. It had been a privilege to be a part of Tyler's transformation, and I felt honored to have known him so deeply before he passed away.
• As some guests began to disperse behind the vibrant display of flowers, I saw Roselyn standing by the coffin. Tears streamed down her beautiful face. Relatives surrounded her, offering comfort and support. I felt a pang in my heart, understanding the depth of her loss. Though I wanted to go to her, offer her solace, something held me back. I knew our presence was already a delicate matter, and I did not want to cause her any further discomfort.