The pastor spoke about Lily’s warmth, her laugh, and the baby boy she had already named Noah. I couldn’t stop staring at Jason, trying to understand how a man who claimed to love my sister could bring his affair partner to her funeral only weeks after Lily and her unborn child died.
As the final hymn ended and people began to stand, a man in a gray suit stepped forward. He looked to be in his late fifties, calm and deliberate, holding a leather briefcase.
