The day of Gwen's funeral arrived, and Tris was surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. She recognized only a few people, mostly family members, but the rest were strangers to her. Chris, however, was always by her side, holding her close and offering words of comfort. As Tris scanned the crowd, her eyes landed on a figure standing at the back, watching her with an intense gaze. Tris's heart skipped a beat as she recognized her father, Ed. Chris noticed Tris's distraction and followed her gaze. "Do you want to go talk to him?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. Tris shook her head. "No, I don't think so." Chris nodded understandingly and pulled Tris closer. "I'm here for you, Tris. Don't worry." As the funeral service came to a close, Chris's parents approached them. His mother, kind and warm, hugged Tris tightly. "I'm so sorry, dear. If there's anything we can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask." John, Chris's father, was cold and distant, his eyes barely mee
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