  &quot;Are you stalking me?&quot; I turn to Quinn.
      I am graced by his three-piece suit and a black tie that hangs loosely on his neck. The devil looks good in everything.
      &quot;Ryan is my best friend. What is your reason for being here?&quot; Does he ask?
      I can't think of a better comeback, &quot;Andre is my best friend.&quot;
      That was a total fail.
      Quinn scoffs, &quot;Best Friend indeed, &quot; He says in a mockery tone.
      &quot;You have a score to settle with me we can settle them here and now.&quot; Andre starts to remove his coat.
      Quinn follows his lead, &quot;Actually I do.&quot; He replies.
      I place my hand on Andre's chest and push him back, &quot;We are at a funeral,&quot; I state.
      The two men stand face to face, each one of them fuming with fury.
      &quot;You two are hopeless,&quot; I say and start to walk away.
      I can 

  I have a perverse desire to find out as much information as I can. I don't dare lose sight of my target, Ryan's father. As they put down the body to the ground it is the first time I saw him break down. I can only understand the insufferable pain he was feeling. The loss of the love of his life, knowing he would never wake up next to her. No one deserved that especially him, he was too kind.
      He finally walks towards the parking spot after he bids the priest goodbye. He looks worn out by life.
      I come from my hiding spot into his sight. His expression is indifferent to my presence.
      He sighs, &quot;Cara...&quot;
      I am surprised he remembers my name.
      &quot;I am sorry for your loss. I hope you find equanimity.&quot; I console.
      He finally decides to take few steps towards me. My presence had stopped him abruptly.
      &quot;I presume you are here for answe

  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.
      &quot;Don't answer any of their questions,&quot; 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 min

&quot;Are you stalking me?&quot; I turn to Quinn.
      I am graced by his three-piece suit and a black tie that hangs loosely on his neck. The devil looks good in everything.
      &quot;Ryan is my best friend. What is your reason for being here?&quot; Does he ask?
      I can't think of a better comeback, &quot;Andre is my best friend.&quot;
      That was a total fail.
      Quinn scoffs, &quot;Best Friend indeed, &quot; He says in a mockery tone.
      &quot;You have a score to settle with me we can settle them here and now.&quot; Andre starts to remove his coat.
      Quinn follows his lead, &quot;Actually I do.&quot; He replies.
      I place my hand on Andre's chest and push him back, &quot;We are at a funeral,&quot; I state.
      The two men stand face to face, each one of them fuming with fury.
      &quot;You two are hopeless,&quot; I say and start to walk away.
      I can feel the stares directed at me. Not new, by now I am used to them. However, it feels strang

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