~Charles~

The Next Day

We all stood under black umbrellas as the rain drizzled. In front of us was a priest conducting Mrs Anna’s funeral.

Kilhan ordered that his late mother be buried in the compound so she’s always close to home. He needed that warmth.

At my right stood Celine, holding onto Kilhan tightly. Sadness was evident on their faces. One of his men held up an umbrella for them.

I kept a straight face, adjusting my black shirt and tie as I ...