She could post her deepest thoughts on social media without a care in the world, even if those thoughts were filthy.
I didn't take her hand.
"My apologies."
Her smile stiffened. She pulled her hand back, awkward and deflated.
My gaze drifted to the headstone beside them.
"Lucille Harding?"
"Who was she to you?"
"Someone from our past." Jackson cut me off. "A close friend of mine and Millicent's. She just had bad luck. Passed away young."
"That's right." Millicent nodded along eagerly.
"She was my best friend. It's been seven years since she died, and my husband and I come to visit her every holiday."
"Seven whole years. She's probably been reborn by now. Maybe she's a sweet little girl somewhere, running around without a care in the world?"
Millicent said it lightly, as if it were a joke.
Nobody laughed.
The silence turned uncomfortable.
Several seconds passed before I let a slow smile cross my face.
"What a beautiful friendship. I envy it."
Arthur glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
"Sophia, why don't you stay and chat with Mr. Gilbert and his wife? I'll head over first."
"Of course." I nodded.