Claire's POV
The funeral was quiet. Heartbreaking and tragic.
Those were the words that stayed with me afterward. Not sad, though it was that too. Not difficult, though it was certainly that.
Heather had not had a large circle. What she had was deep. The people who came were few but they were present in the way that mattered, shoulders turned inward, eyes that had clearly cried before arriving and were doing their best not to cry again.
Louis's grandparents sat in the front row. His grandmother held a handkerchief she had long stopped pretending was for decoration. His grandfather sat straight and still the way old men did when they were holding up everyone around them and had decided not to let that show.
Louis sat beside them.I sat beside Louis. Heather was the only child of her family and thus had no siblings. She was also an orphan so it was pretty bittersweet.
