Jarred back to the present, Jason’s gaze met his stepmother’s anxious eyes. Her face was etched with concern, or perhaps it was fear. “What’s wrong, Jason? What is it?” she implored, her voice trembling slightly. But Jason’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and unresolved feelings, his father’s death, the unsettling barking of Rex, and the deep-seated doubts that had haunted him for months.
He wanted to say something, but he just couldn’t find the right words. Suddenly, he was acutely aware of the commotion he had caused. The church was now full, and all eyes were on him. Some looked at him with pity, others with scorn. He could almost sense their thoughts. How could he shout like that at his own dad’s funeral?