Augustin had entered the chapel but stayed in the shadows. He didn't relish a confrontation in here or during the service, but he did have a right to be there and wanted to say good-bye to their father as much as Aimé or Antoine. He pulled his over coat around him, the day a cool one, chilly even inside.

He kept his head down as he kept sight of the coffin. It had been increasingly hard to maintain his composure, especially within the Embassy. His talks with the Ambassador had done nothing to help that either. He was caught between a rock and hard place, between wanting to .do what was right in his heart and do whatever it took protect his family