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Last week’s winner is…
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(The correct answer was “Love Breaks”)
Which of the below stories is this snippet from?
Rain clouds hid the sun, making the glass wall of the coffee shop a grayish color, rendering it nearly opaque.
The rain had held off throughout Sophie’s funeral, although China had expected the heavens to let loose during the graveside service. She couldn’t recall a funeral she’d attended where it hadn’t rained. Thankfully, the list of funerals she’d attended was short.
“It was lovely.” Angela’s hands were wrapped tightly around the cup in front of her as if letting go would precipitate another tragedy.
“Yeah,” Vanessa agreed. “A lot of people there. She had a big family. Tons of friends.”
China didn’t weigh in on the awesomeness of the funeral. Nor did she point out that much of the crowd had been media and curious strangers. She wasn’t sure how a funeral could be ‘lovely.’ People seemed to say that about all funerals.
“I’m just glad it’s over with.” China lifted the mug to her lips and test-sipped the coffee. Strong and hot. Just what she needed to counteract the chill inside her.
“We’ll have Abel’s funeral next week,” Stacy added glumly.
The bank had closed early for Sophie’s funeral. China wondered if customers would start to complain about all the hours they’d been closed. So far, the people she’d dealt with had been sympathetic, patient, but how much longer would that last in the hustle bustle convenience-conscious world?
“Have the arrangements been made for Abel’s service yet?” Vanessa asked.
Angela shook her head. “They’re waiting for the coroner to release the body.”
They lapsed into silence. China doubted that any of the coffee shop patrons had to wonder where they’d been. Four women wearing black clothing and morose expressions, talking about death.
She turned her attention to the scene outside the window. The dreary view was preferable to seeing her own pain reflected in the eyes of her friends. Lightning flashed across the gray sky, and the clouds opened up, dropping buckets of rain onto pedestrians who now hurried along the sidewalk.
“Can you believe what’s happened with all the robberies and deaths?” Vanessa asked. “Miles said he’s never seen anything like it, and he’s been a cop for nearly twenty years.”
China started to turn back to respond, but caught sight of a motorcycle in the corner of the strip mall parking lot and kept her gaze focused there. A man sat astride the bike, seemingly oblivious to the rain drenching his clothing. It was too far to make out his features, but there was something familiar about his posture, his demeanor, the set of his shoulders…
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Aiden.”