At my husband’s funeral, his mother fixed her gaze on me and said with chilling calm, “Better he’s gone now than forced to live with the embarrassment she brought him.”

you’d say that.”

The room shifted again.

I gently took the phone from Noah—not to stop him, but because he had already done enough.

“This funeral is over,” Grant snapped. “Don’t make this worse.”

I looked at him. “Worse than stealing from your brother?”

His composure cracked.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Vivian snapped.

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