Elena had told Gabriel about Nathan's funeral date ahead of time.
But standing there at the service, she didn't see him anywhere.
She stared blankly at the photo on the tombstone—his familiar, smiling face—and a dull ache spread through her chest.
Even the weather seemed touched by the mood. The drizzle fell gently, wrapping the whole cemetery in a quiet sorrow.
Oliver was still sobbing nonstop. “Professor, I swear… I'm gonna find out who did this to you. I won't let this go, I promise you that.”
Elena held him up gently. “Don't do this to yourself. Your teacher... he wouldn't have wanted to see you like this.”
The cops had already ruled it a suicide, but Oliver was convinced there was more to the story.
She got it—honestly, who'd want to believe someone like Nathan
