Elyse had remained in her own little world as the funeral went on and eventually came to an end. But in her time sitting by the lake, the whole thing had become muffled sounds in the background; so it had surprised her when she had heard an unfamiliar voice close to her mention her name. She glanced upward, seeing a man standing beside her. He was quite handsome, she had to admit, but she couldn’t exactly place who he was and how he might have known her. Obviously, through her grandmother, but the exact details she couldn’t seem to find.
A slight breeze carried a wisp of wavy blonde hair across her face, which she tucked back as she stood to meet him. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I know who you are.” Her voice was calm, her eyes moving past him to see that some of the guests were departing while others hung around to hold conversation. Secretly, she had hoped no one would approach her. At least, certainly not the other older women in the town who would grill her about what she was doing with her life and how glad they were to see that she had decided to come back for the funeral. Possibly even throw in there how much her Gram’s might have missed her.
That was the only thing that got to Elyse about the whole thing. Did she die alone? Did she want her there? Damnit, why hadn’t she at least just given Elyse a call to tell her she was ill? The frustration, Elyse noticed, was showing in the form of a slight frown that came across her face, which she quickly disposed of as she turned her attention back to the man standing before her.