Chapter 4
I wiped my hands on my skirt and looked around the crematorium’s car park. Connor’s car was two bays down and Dad’s 4WD was on the other side of it.
‘Are you ready for this?’
I managed a nod for Emily. A smile was beyond me. Then I made my way to the spacious chapel with large glass doors along both sides. A small crowd lingered in the front entrance, while others were waiting inside the chapel. A couple of the reporters from the Easton Chronicle were already seated, as well as Anne Porteous, my and Sarah’s boss in the front office.
Greg Curtis, the sports reporter, gave me a wave. He sat next to Moira Rutherford, who would have the unenviable task of reporting on the funeral. News was news, no matter who it happened to.
I didn’t recognise many of the people gathered, althou
