Chapter 90 Ninety
- Carolina
- Evans wraps up his speech. He kept it short and simple, like everything else about this funeral, which is probably for the best. The gathered mourners nod respectfully as he descends from the podium, returning to his seat beside me in the pew.
- Surreptitiously, as he sits down, he brushes his hand against the outside of my thigh. Through the gesture, I can feel how tense he is, and my heart aches for him.