When I left, I didn't think today would be anything special.

I drove down familiar streets while the sun was shining—everything seemed normal.

By the time I got to the church, it was packed. Father's sudden death had brought everyone to say goodbye.

Looking at him lying in the casket, I whispered, “Goodbye, Dad.”

The service was about to begin, so the pastor asked us to take our seats.

Looking around, there weren't many spots left, except next to Rachel's group and across from them.

Without hesitation, I led Oliver to sit across the aisle.

"Mom, why are we sitting here? Shouldn't we be next to Grandma?" Oliver pointed to where everyone else was sitting.

Sure, we got some weird looks, but I didn't care. After everything that happened, it wasn't exactly a secret that I wasn't fully accepted by this family.

"Most people are already seated. I don't want to cause a scene." I tried to shake him off with a white lie.

Oliver didn't seem convinced but didn't push it.

Then the pastor began the service. I closed my eyes and started praying.

That's when I felt someone sit down next to me.

The familiar cologne hit me. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was.

But why was he sitting here? He should be with his beloved Rachel.

"Daddy," Oliver whispered.

That got everyone's attention; they all started to look at us.

I knew they were just looking for gossip, but I didn’t want to be the talk of the town, so I just opened my eyes and shot them all a glare.

Logan's soft laugh reached my ears. I frowned, looking up with anger written all over my face. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry." Logan immediately apologized.

He actually apologized to me.

I was confused. He was acting weird today.

Ignoring him, I turned to Oliver. "What is it, sweetie?"

"Mom, I want to sit in the middle, between you and Dad," Oliver said, then looked at Logan with pleading eyes.

"Okay," Logan agreed.

As soon as he said that, I quickly switched places with Oliver.

Perfect, I didn't want to deal with Logan one-on-one anyway.

"We will all leave this world one day. How will you leave it? Will you have made your mark? Will you have changed anything and touched the lives of those you met along the way? Or will you leave with regrets?" the pastor's questions hung in the air.

I fell deep into thought.

If I died today, who would come to my funeral? Would my family even care?

The thought made me laugh despite myself.

What was I even dreaming about? How could I expect them to care?

To be brutally honest, they'd probably throw a party when I died—not having one would just be their way of keeping up appearances.

Oliver would probably be the only one who'd truly be sad.

"Mom." Oliver's voice pulled me back to reality.

I looked up, startled, only now realizing the service was already over.

Watching people march out, I stood up too. Maybe it was all the stress lately, but as soon as I got up, everything went black, and I started falling backward.

"Sophie!" Logan caught me. He held me against his chest, feeling his warmth.

How long had it been since we'd been this close? It felt like a lifetime ago.

I felt tears threatening to come.

I knew I couldn't let myself get lost in this moment. I pushed away from him and got back up.

"Thanks."

I took Oliver's hand, ready to leave.

But before I could take a step, Logan grabbed me by my wrist. "Wait."