I hadn’t seen Matthew since Grace’s passing. He appeared ashen, evidently worn out and not well-rested. He seemed defeated and didn’t mince his words, “Let Melanie go. My family and I have laid my mom to rest.

“Melanie didn’t attend the funeral as you wished. It’s been a week now, so you should let your anger go.”

I could tell Matthew was emotional, but I scoffed, wondering what he meant by “as you wished.” Still, I glanced at him indifferently and refused to retort. I hadn’t felt the need to