Claire had died. At age 40, she was shot in the head by some sniper. You had never talked to the woman outside of work. And even then, the conversations were either about work or about Sherry.

Obviously, Sherry took it worse than you. You weren't going to go to the funeral, but Sherry said she really wanted you there, and of course, you weren't going to say no.

So now, you sat in the back of the funeral home, with Sherry. You offered to sit closer with her but she said she didn't want to be that close. You listened to the guy on the stage talk about Claire, but your main focus was on Sherry. Your arm around her.