simply uncomfortable seeing me.
Maybe she thought I would be upset.
Maybe she felt guilty that Julian was marrying only three months after Adrian’s funeral.
I forced myself back to work.
The arrangements needed finishing. Candles had to be placed. The ceremony flowers needed one final check.
A few minutes later, I saw Colleen near the groom’s room.
This time, I almost ignored it.
Of course she was there. Her son was getting married.
Still, the way she moved bothered me.
She checked the hallway before slipping inside.
Then I
