Together he’d sat with what was left of his family, making the hard decisions he had no desire to make. Planning the dual funerals, all while moving the boys into the house, had been a mind-numbing exercise in multi-tasking-a skill he’d always assumed he lacked. Just a few more hours and he could collapse. The scent of open earth, death, and the cold, wet ground filled his nose. A shiver raced down his spine along with a droplet of cold water. Still water seemed to creep in and roll down his back somehow. Once out, he rose to his full height and opened his own umbrella before trailing behind the three young men through the maze of headstones. Gray ushered the boys from the long black limousine, handing over umbrellas before they exited into the near torrential downpour.
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