A few days slipped by in a blur, and then, inevitably, the morning of the funeral arrived.
The school had been informed of the service. Abby's classmates, along with anyone else who had been close to her, were given permission to miss the day's lessons so they could attend and pay their respects. The announcement had been delivered in the morning assembly two days ago, but it still didn't feel real, not to Max.
He wasn't going to school today.
Max stood in his bedroom, the weak daylight spilling in through the blinds, catching on the edges of his wardrobe doors. Inside, two neatly pressed suits hung in the center, flanked by rows of shirts he rarely touched. He stared at them for a long moment, his hands resting on the wooden frame.
I thought… I wouldn't have to wear this again, he told himself. The last time I did was for Jay's funeral. I didn't think I'd be standing here again so soon, deciding what to wear to say goodbye to someone else.
