Callum
Things were still tense at the camp, and they hadn't talked about the funeral, but Callum decided to go anyway. The last time there had been one of these, he'd stood side by side with Charlie. This time, he stood in the back, watched the tiny white coffin.
How could anyone do that? How could anyone kill a child?
He had no idea what that girl had been thinking, but he hoped that she'd found the peace that she couldn't find in life. He wished that he could believe that. It would make things so much easier, but Callum didn't think so. This is where you lived, where you had to find peace. Suicide wasn't the answer. He wished he had the strength to fight to live fully.