33. Awkward
I stop abruptly to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees. I've lost her. I never expected to find her at the wake, which tells me she came to spy, or she feels affected by what happened. I truly hope it's the latter.
"Sir. Are you okay?" I straighten up and take a deep breath. I turn to look at him and nod.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's go inside". The man follows me back, and I go to where the widow is. The deceased's body is already at the funeral home, and I came to pay my respects. The guys had a rough afternoon, so I didn't want to distract them, because I really only intended to stay for a moment.
"Mr. Jacobs, thank you for coming". I'm moved by the woman's composure and the fact that she doesn't blame me for what happened to her husband.
"I want you to know that I v
