Tarek (Lakeshore #2)

Chapter Nine

Dereck

S he didn’t come. Miranda didn’t come to her own mother’s funeral. I thought that she would at least show up. As the priest sprinkle the grave with holy water praying for her soul to enter heaven, my eyes search for Miranda. The screams of my son pull me away from my search. My son is inconsolable. I didn’t know that he had such a close relationship with Miranda’s mother. When I think about it, there is a lot that I don’t know about the boy.

Ilyana pulls up the veil of her fascinator, bending her head she whispers something in his ear, all the while pinching his knee with her gloved hands. She pushes my son’s shoulder, demanding he stops crying. He heaves and slips off the chair and begins to run, past the gravestone.