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“Yes, but you didn’t even cherish it! You pretty much wasted it in an attempt to be petty.”
“What can I say? I’m a petty guy.”
“You’re an asshole. That’s what you are.”
“You shouldn’t curse inside a church,” he mocked.
“Shit, my bad,” I replied.
He released a short laugh. “I’m not an asshole. I just—”
“Have asshole tendencies, yeah, yeah, yada yada. You’re also a weirdo, you know. For showing up at a funeral for someone you didn’t even know.” I paused. My heart began racing as my hands flew to my chest in a panic. “Oh my gosh, I get it.”
“Get what?”
“You’re stalking me!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re stalking me! Did you follow me here?”
He sighed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“It only makes sense!”
“It only makes sense that I’d want to stalk you at some dead guy’s funeral? Do you think that highly of yourself?”
“I don’t lack self-esteem, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve come to think that I am a very stalkable individual. People would kill to stalk me. Or they might kill me while stalking. It’s a toss-up, really.”
“Are you always this awkward?”
“On the daily, yes.”
He arched an inquisitive brow, and his frown lines deepened as he studied me. Then he looked back at Kevin, then back to me. “You ever attend a funeral where the person looks just like you?”
“I, well… no.”
“I’m not asking you to be Sherlock Holmes or Matlock. I’m just saying connect the fucking dots, lady.”
“Stella.”
“Don’t care.”
“Are you saying you are Kevin’s so—”
Before I could finish my thought, the man eyed me up and down with the most intense look of disinterest before he walked away. As he moved, a chill raced down my spine, forcing me to rub my forearms up and down.
“No, it couldn’t be,” I muttered. If Kevin had a son, I would’ve known about it.
There’s no way… I mean, he couldn’t be…
Could it be true? That Kevin had a long-lost son?
I couldn’t help but wonder what the scone-stealing, egotistical, ridiculously handsome in a grumpy-grump kind of way man’s name had been.
I turned back toward Kevin’s casket and shook my head. “I see you tried to take some things to the grave, but it appears they washed up against the shore. Do you have anything to say about this?” I held my hand out in front of his mouth as if I was holding a microphone. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
He remained silent. That broke my already shattered heart into a million more pieces.
