Sadie squeezed your shoulder, her eyes downcast on the grave of her late husband. Jaw clenched and lips pursed into a thin line, she was clearly struggling to keep herself composed.

But now wasn't a time to show weakness, not when you'd just lost your father. Sadie swallowed the tears, rubbing your back.

"He's watching over you," your mother managed to say, voice hoarse. She wasn't sure if she even believed it herself, but it was a comforting thought.