Chapter 39

It is a somber affair. My earliest recollection of a funeral is that of my father's and the last one I attended was my own. I take Andre's hand immediately he opens the door for me. I lift my head to face the church before us. Few people are awkwardly standing outside. There is a van belonging to one of the top media houses, the moment they spot us, some of the reporters rush towards us, and several photos are snapped. "Don't answer any of their questions," Andre whispers. I lock his arm with mine. I follow Andre's lead closely as we try to avoid the reporters. We are lucky to dodge them and get in church. The ambiance changes instantly we step in, it is silent. A couple of people are crying, some whisper. We head to the front pew. Ryan's family is seated on the right side of the church, we choose the left. Ryan's head turns and his eyes find mine, his expression changes from sadness to anger. His father tries to see what has stolen his son'