Abby sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for the eting to begin. Beside her, Remo offered a reassuring squeeze of her hand. Across from them, Cage sat with a stack of papers in front of him, his expression solemn and composed.
"Thank you both for coming," Cage began, his voice steady. "I know this is a difficult ti for you, but there are so matters that we need to discuss regarding your father’s funeral arrangents."
Abby nodded, her throat tight with emotion. She had dreaded this eting, knowing that it would force her to confront the reality of her father’s passing. But she knew that she had to be strong, for her father’s sake.
Cage flipped through the papers in front of him, his gaze focused and attentive. "As your father’s legal representative, I’ve been in touch with the funeral ho to make the necessary arrangents. They’ve assured that everything will be taken care of according to your wishes."
Abby swallowed hard, her mind racing with mories of her father. Remo squeezed her hand again, offering silent support as Cage continued to outline the details of the funeral service.
There would be a private viewing for family and close friends, followed by a larger morial service for business associates and colleagues. The arrangents would be lavish and extravagant, befitting her father’s status as a wealthy businessman.
As Cage spoke, Abby couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachnt from the proceedings. It all seed so surreal, as if she were watching from a distance, disconnected from the reality of her father’s death.
But then Remo’s gentle touch brought her back to the present, reminding her that she was not alone. With his support, she found the strength to nod along with Cage’s words, to make the necessary decisions regarding her father’s funeral.
Cage cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses before continuing. "Now, regarding the date for the services, the funeral ho has provided us with a few options based on their availability and your preferences."
He shuffled through the papers in front of him, retrieving a docunt with a list of dates highlighted. "We have the option of holding the private viewing and morial service either later this week or early next week. It’s important to consider the schedules of any family mbers or close friends who may need to travel for the services."
Abby nodded, her mind swimming with the logistics of planning such a significant event. She glanced at Remo, silently seeking his input as they considered their options.
Remo t her gaze, his expression thoughtful as he weighed the possibilities. "I think it would be best to hold the services early next week," he suggested. "That should give us enough ti to make any necessary arrangents and notify anyone who needs to attend."
Abby nodded in agreent, grateful for Remo’s calm and rational approach to the situation. "I think that sounds like a good plan," she agreed, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her.
Cage nodded, jotting down a note on the docunt in front of him. "Very well. I’ll contact the funeral ho and confirm the date for early next week. In the anti, I’ll also begin coordinating with them to finalize the details of the services."
Remo shifted in his seat, his brow furrowing with concern. "Cage, do you have any information about when the reading of the will might take place?" he inquired, his voice tinged with apprehension.
Cage adjusted his glasses, flipping through his notes before responding. "I’ve been in contact with your father’s legal team, and they’ve inford that the reading of the will is scheduled for the day after the morial service," he explained. "They’ll provide us with more details closer to the date."
Abby felt a knot tighten in her stomach at the ntion of the will. She knew that her father’s estates were substantial, and the thought of facing her relatives at such a vulnerable ti filled her with dread.
Cage cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. "There’s one more thing I need to discuss with you both," he began, his tone grave. "The Harrison family has expressed their intention to attend the services. Their presence may also be required at the reading."
Abby’s heart sank at the ntion of the Harrisons. She knew that their presence would only add to the stress and tension of an already difficult situation.
Remo’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening with determination. "We’ll handle them," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argunt.
His phone rang and he excused himself from the eting to answer his ringing phone, leaving Abby alone with Cage. As soon as Remo stepped out, Cage reached for Abby’s hand, his concern evident in his eyes.
"How are you feeling? Do you have so of the ds?" Cage asked softly.
Abby shook her head. "I’ve stopped taking them... I was getting addicted," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cage sighed, his grip tightening on her hand in a gesture of support. "You two seem closer today. Did you tell him?" he inquired.
"Yeah," Abby replied, her gaze dropping to her lap.
Cage’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "You told him about what happened that night?" he asked incredulously.
Abby shook her head firmly. "Of course not. I told him about my ntal struggles."
Cage’s expression softened with understanding, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes. "What if he finds out?" he pressed.
"Shut up! He won’t, and you should stop talking about it. That night never happened, and you should know better..." Abby’s voice trailed off, her tone taking on a mysterious edge.
Cage nodded, his hand grazing her cheek in a comforting gesture. "Sorry, I’m just worried about you..."
Before Abby could respond, the door opened, and Remo entered the room, catching sight of the intimate scene between Abby and Cage. They quickly pulled apart, stopping their conversation.
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