I didn't know what he wanted, but divorced couples shouldn't act like this.

I yanked my hand away. "If you've got something to say, just say it. No need to grab me."

Logan opened his mouth. He clearly had something to say, but in the end, all that came out was, "Take care."

I wasn’t asking for more anyway, so I just said, "Okay," and walked away quickly.

I didn't dare to ask more because I was afraid of getting confused in these small moments of kindness.

Outside, there were even more guests. They came up to offer their condolences when they saw me.

I was being polite, but it was getting exhausting. Right then, I heard a mocking voice from behind. "So you finally decided to show your face."

Rachel!

My body froze. Before I could collect myself, she was already walking over.

No point running from the inevitable. But I didn't want to talk to her today. I knew any conversation would turn into a fight.

I sighed, "Rachel, can we wait until Dad's buried to get into this?"

I tried to leave, but Rachel blocked my path. "Sophie, are you scared of me?"

I looked up at her; her eyes were challenging me.

I frowned, but before I could speak, Rachel leaned in and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Sophie, I'm not leaving this time. Everything you stole from me before I'm taking it all back, including Logan."

She was being so dramatic.

It was hilarious.

I had no idea what else I'd supposedly stolen from her besides Logan. Actually, even Logan had always belonged to her.

She didn't even have to try. All she had to do was stand there, and Logan would go after her without hesitation.

Rachel didn't wait for my response. She just walked away.

"Mom," Oliver noticed my mood and called out softly.

I looked down at him, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."

Just then, the pastor called us to the gravesite.

Pulling myself together, I took Oliver's hand and walked to where Dad would rest forever.

"Earth to earth," the pastor spoke as they lowered Dad's body into the grave.

Mom was sobbing uncontrollably, begging Dad to come back. Rachel and Benjamin were crying quietly beside her.

I was the only one standing apart from everyone, like an outsider at my own father's funeral.

"Mom, do you think Grandpa is watching us from heaven?" said Oliver, crying his heart out.

I gently stroked his hair. "He is, sweetheart."

Oliver buried his face in my chest.

Seeing him so heartbroken made my eyes well up too. I sniffled, holding back my tears.

This wasn't the time to be weak; I needed to be strong for Oliver.

The dirt gradually started covering the casket until it was completely buried.

With that, the funeral was over.

"Mom, Grandpa and Grandma Harrison are here." Oliver tugged at my dress, pointing toward Logan's parents.

They were with Logan and his twin brother Ryan.

I stood there awkwardly while Oliver greeted them. They barely glanced at me.

I knew they didn't like me. I wasn't their pick for Logan.

After saying hello, Oliver asked me, "Can I go get some snacks with them?"

I nodded.

He hadn't eaten for hours; he must be hungry.

I watched Oliver join them and decided to leave.

But before I could turn around, masked gunmen burst in with weapons. They started shooting randomly as soon as they entered.

Oliver was terrified and stood there frozen with tears in his big eyes.

My heart clenched. Scared for his life, I ran straight toward him, ignoring the danger around me.

Only when I had Oliver in my arms did my racing heart calm down a little.

Oliver was shaking.

"Don't be scared, Mommy's here," I said softly.

Before I could finish, I heard a piercing scream, "Watch out!"

I looked up instinctively and saw Logan rushing toward us desperately.

I never thought in a moment of crisis, he would risk his life to save me.

My heart kept racing as I watched him run toward me.

But when he got close, he suddenly changed direction.