Lachlan and Tate kept talking as we drove. We have been driving for a while now. They are telling me about arranging the funeral, I think. Something I had not even thought of yet. But I guess that would be my responsibility as Aunt Della had nobody left. I don’t even know how to sort out a funeral. I don’t even want to have to sort out a funeral.
I want to sit in silence, just watch the scenery fly by, let my mind switch off, but the two guys keep trying to start conversations with me. I know they are being kind. Maybe trying to distract me. But my brain is not focusing. Everything is still so much of a blur. I am on the way to see the body of my Aunt. The woman who had brought me up. I feel tears prickling in my eyes.
I felt a hand on my knee, squeezing it reassuringly. That same weird
