CHAPTER 7: ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS7. Devon
Perfect weather for a funeral, Devon thought sarcastically as he stood beneath a large black umbrella, the sound of heavy raindrops splattering against the fabric almost like thunder. He glanced out at the sea of other attendees, each of which was huddled beneath their own umbrellas and looking miserable all the while. It was an apt reflection of his own mood, which had been quite dark ever since he had arrived in Charleston two days ago.
He had tried to be somewhat optimistic for the sake of Will’s family, but he had found that his own knowledge of how they had treated their son made that far more difficult than he had originally thought. The crying fits of Abigail had apparently not been an exaggeration, but for some reason, seeing how hard she
