Someone reached for my hands and gently peeled them apart before entwining their fingers with mine. I didn’t need to look to know whose hand was holding mine. I could feel his presence: strong, dependable, and safe. He was the only thing I could feel nowadays. Tightening my hold on Hugh’s hand, I looked on wordlessly as my sister’s burial slowly came to a close. She was in the ground now. The were throwing fistfuls of dirt on top of her, cementing that she wasn’t coming back. This was no mistake. Caoimhe was gone. Forever.
