Loathed: Lagan (The Foster Brothers Book 3) by Nora Phoenix

Author:Nora Phoenix [Phoenix, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

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Dark clouds were stacked across the sky in shades of gray from light silver to almost black. In the distance, thunder rumbled, and it wouldn't take long for the storm to move in. Judging by the gloom, they could be in for some heavy fireworks. The cemetery was empty save a few mourners who were cleaning up graves or laying flowers, and most of them were packing in as well with an eye on the incoming weather.

Lagan dragged his gaze away from the heavens and focused on the simple pine casket in front of him that held his father's body. His eyes drifted to the headstone right next to his father's open grave. Bridget O’Malley Banks, beloved wife and mother. How had he never known his mom's grave had a headstone? Come to think of it, who had arranged her funeral? It sure as hell hadn't been Lagan. He had only been eleven at the time. Had his father done that?

He'd still been awaiting sentencing, not yet accused of the murder Victor Duvall had pinned on him. Maybe they'd allowed him to take care of it from prison? It wouldn't surprise Lagan. After all, his father had been permitted to attend the funeral as well, albeit under heavy guard. But even if he had known about his mom's resting place, would he have come?

When Lagan was eight, his grandmother—his mom's mother—had passed away. By then, his mom hadn't seen her parents in years, as they had cut all ties with her when she’d married his dad. But she’d read about her mother's passing in the newspaper, and she'd been grieving for her nonetheless.

A few weeks after the funeral, she'd taken Lagan to the cemetery to pay her respects. The headstone hadn't been placed yet, a simple temporary marker indicating her final resting place.

"Will you be coming back here once it has a stone? Like, to put flowers every week and stuff?” Lagan had asked her. He’d seen in movies that was what people did with graves.

She’d firmly shaken her head. "No, baby. I just wanted to say goodbye to her, but she's not here."

"She's not? Then where is she?"

His mom had smiled the saddest smile ever as she had patted his head. "She's with the angels, baby. It's just her body here, but her spirit is long gone."

He'd forgotten all about that until now. So many of his memories had been tainted by what happened later, but it was good to remember that his mom had loved him. After his father's betrayal, his life might have become a shit show, but once upon a time, he had been loved.

He took a deep breath and nodded at the funeral leader, or whatever his official title was. The silver-haired man, dressed all fancy in black pants, a white tailcoat, a black vest, and a top hat, bowed his head. He then gave a whispered command to the man to his right, who was a lot less formal. Was he working for the cemetery, perhaps? Not that Lagan cared.

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