In the omitted Camera.

The air in the reception hall was thick with the conversations of mourners and the clinking of glasses. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the heavy hearts of those gathered. The funeral was over, but the grief still lingered like an unwelcome guest, a heavy cloud that weighed down each person who entered.

The scent of lilies and freshly baked pastries and food mingled with the crisp bite of white wine, alcohol as well, creating a perfect atmosphere where the somberness of the occasion clashed with the familiar comforts of a regular social gathering.

Andrew and Victoria Woods, standing by the entrance, greeted each attendee with polite nods and forced smiles. They were exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, yet they held themselves together for the sake of their son’s memory. The loss of Price had left a gaping hole in their lives, one that no amount of condolences or comforting words could ever fill. As each person offered their sympathies, Andrew