"Eily, what's wrong?" Trish nudged Eileen's arm.

Eileen snapped out of her daze and quickly glanced down at Old Mr. Kalmien in the casket, seeing his eyes tightly shut, realizing it was just an illusion.

"Eily?" Trish spoke softly again. "Are you okay? Why do you look so pale?"

Eileen shook her head.

She must have been seeing things due to lack of sleep these past few days.

"Let's go."

The next guest to offer flowers had already approached.

Eileen nodded and followed Trish back to their seats.

After the flower offering, it was Howell's turn to speak and bid farewell to Old Mr. Kalmien.

Taking advantage of the moment,...