I sighed and ran my hands through my dripping wet hair. I opened the door and stepped back into the rain.
“Evan!” Sienna leaned over and gazed at me with pleading eyes. “Please call me if you need anything. I’m serious. I’m here for you, always. Call me.”
I gave her a sad smile and said, “Sure, pal.” Then I closed the door and headed back into the suffocating funeral home.
Bea and Charlie rushed me the second I walked through the door. Bea’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger. “There you are! You’re soaked! Who was that? Who were you with?”
Charlie’s sad blue eyes watched me. “Sienna.” Her voice was so quiet that I barely heard her. Bea didn’t hear her at all.
I met my little sister’s gaze and gave her a slight nod. Charlie was the quiet, observant one, and she kept her emotions all tucked up inside. Bea was the one that was crying and yelling at everyone. Bea looked like the one that was falling apart, but Charlie was the sister I needed to look out for. Charlie would drown in a tidal wave of grief and never speak a word.
I slid my arm around Charlie’s shoulders. She didn’t even flinch at the cold from my wet shirt. Then, the three Cox kids walked back into the room where our mom sat with our dad’s ashes.