“It sounds like a good idea,” he agreed.
Finishing her breakfast, she put her plate in the dishwasher.
“I’ll get the rest. Go try on the dresses,” he said, gathering the rest of the dishes.
Caroline returned to Thomas’ bedroom and gathered the gifts, taking them to the pool house with her. She placed themon the dresser, along with the cards. Taking the key from her pocket, Caroline added it to her purse.
Next, she entered her closet to see several selections of dresses to choose from. After trying on three, she finally picked a navy blue one with silver buttons. She hated black. It reminded her of the darkness, and she needed to find the light, as her dad advised.
After selecting a pair of matching shoes, she showered and dressed. Returning to the living room, she heard Jameson showering. With nothing else to do, Caroline picked up her phone, noticing texts from her new friends.
Rebecca
Thinking about you today. Sending hugs and love.
Rachel
You’re not alone. We’re only a phone call and drive away.
Riley
Sending you strength my friend. Call if you need anything.
Delaney
I’m sorry I’m not there. This kid has decided to tease me. I’ve already grounded it. I’m sorry for your loss and know you’re in my prayers.
Smiling, she texted them back
Thank you.
Jameson entered the living room, picking up the paperwork.
“Garrett and Spider have arrived. If you’re ready, we can leave.”
Nothing prepared her for this. Rising, she picked up the suit and items she chose for her dad the night before and followed him out of the side gate, and he opened her car door. Getting inside, she watched as the men silently signaled the all clear.
Jameson pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the funeral home in Corpus Christi. When they arrived, he held her hand as they entered.
The funeral director greeted them and led them to his office. They took seats across from his desk.
“I’m sorry to meet you under these circumstances, Ms. Bates,” Mr. Kerr gave his sympathies.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Do you have something already in mind for your father, or do you want me to walk you through it?” he asked gently.
“My father has a burial plot beside my mom. I want to lay him to rest there. I brought his suit and personal effects,” she said, glancing over to Jameson, who held everything.
“Do you have a budget to work with?” Mr. Kerr asked.
Taking the file, she searched for the life insurance policy.
“He has this,” she said, passing it to him.
The director’s eyes widened as he read through the papers.
“I’ll, of course, verify the information,” he said, rising to make a copy. “Shall we begin with finding a coffin for him?”
