Chapter 89 Eighty-nine

• Carolina
• The funeral is a plain, no-nonsense event. It's at a church, and the mourners are a small crowd in black. Evans wanted to keep things standard, since it would be a small affair, and doing anything unorthodox might make it needlessly complicated.
• Evans, Brandon, and I arrive together. I wear a simple gown, something I already had in my closet. I don't want to draw any attention to myself. As we step out of the car, it crosses my mind how different this is than the last event I attended with the Armstrongs.