258: THROWBACK: MORE BROKEN

LUKE'S POV FLASHBACK I never thought I would have to attend my parents' funeral at the age of seven. It all happened so suddenly, and I was left with my grandfather as my only family now. As we entered the church, I could feel the weight of the situation on my small shoulders. My grandfather held my hand tightly as we made our way to the front of the church, where my parents' caskets were placed. I could hear people whispering and sniffling as we passed by them. Some of them gave me sympathetic looks, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. I just kept my head down and followed my grandfather. Reaching the front, I saw two bodies covered there, and this left me more broken. Tears filled my eyes, and I could feel my throat tightening. My grandfather squeezed my hand, and I knew he was trying to give me strength. "Grandpa, why did they have to go?" I finally spoke, my voice trembling. "I know, Luke. I don't have the answers, but I promise to take care of you from now on," my gran