Denny abruptly straightened and pulled away from her. “Zoë,” he said. “Enzo and I are going to watch from a special spot. Come on, Enzo.” He bent down and kissed her forehead, and we walked away. Zoë and Trish watched us go. We continued on the circular path and walked up the bump of a hill to the top, where we stood underneath the trees, and, protected from the lightly falling rain, watched the whole thing. The people coming to attention. The man reading from a book. The people laying roses on the coffin. And everyone leaving in their cars. We stayed. We waited for the workers who came and
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Unforgivable. I don’t know if the writer realizes how violent the inlaws’ actions are. His wife has just died and they have betrayed and turned on him and his wife’s daughter in the most selfish way possible
