Chapter Fifty: Normality

I was able to successfully keep my emotions at bay initially, fighting with the odd tear that freighted to cascade down my face when the realisation of why we were all sat in this church came to my mind. That was until we all told to stand as eight men walked down the isle, resting on their shoulders was a light wooden coffin, which is what gave the permission for my silent cries to erupt. Vito’s arm around my shoulders instantly as I cried on his chest, knowing this would be the last time that Shane and I would be in the same room as each other, weighed so heavily on my heart.

The normal processings of the ceremony continued, the victor saying a few words and even some songs were sung, but it wasn’t until the man I knew as Shane’s distant uncle took the stage, I knew something was amiss.

Shane would always tell me how much him and this uncle of his hated each other, according to Shane, this man had been their family's pride and joy, considering he was the youngest boy until Sha