Caleb didn’t argue. He didn’t rush me.
He just knelt beside me, his jeans soaking up the rain from the gravel.
I’ll be with you the whole time.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.
“It feels too real now. Like… if I walk out there, and see the casket, then it’s done.
He’s really gone. And I’m really alone.”
“You’re not alone,” he whispered, reaching for my hand. “I’m right here.
Come on.”
I let him pull me out of the car. My legs felt stiff, like they belonged to someone else. The rain kissed my face as we walked, cold and light.
Each step toward the casket felt like I was sinking deeper into wet cement. I didn’t want to move, but Caleb kept me steady.
