Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn't care. His fingers still clutched David's small cross necklace.

Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky.

A few minutes passed in silence, until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?"

Damian turned his head slowly. ...