The funeral was planned, the flowers bought, the coffin selected, the bill paid. The morning of the viewing she went to her apartment, taking care to see that Nigel was away, and packed her things. The moving van came, collected her boxes, and delivered them to the townhouse. Katherine stood by the casket looking down into his pale, expressionless face. She hadn’t realized there was a part of this man she did not know. His past, certainly, but it was more than that. Things she couldn’t associate with the person she knew. Now she would never know why the funeral home was so empty. The only people in attendance were his lawyer and business associates – the closest thing he had to friends. “What am I gonna do without you?” In her mind she could hear him answer. “Get on with it. Live. Every moment is precious.” Locked away in that coffin was a part of her existence. Her life stood half spent with no real accomplishments.
