[Auspicious Happenings]

Finally escaping the maddening heat of the mourners, Evan escaped to the one place where he felt peace.
Careful to hide himself behind one of the bushes, he allowed his mind to wander to the fond times he had as a child, Constance at his side.
He tasted the familiar salt of his tears, as he sniffled silently from his hiding spot.
He was sure everyone was trying to be kind to him, but he found the attention overwhelming.
Part of him was bitter too. Why should all these women mourn Constance anyhow? They did not know her...