The guests offered their condolences and offered me their condolences. My uncles were furious knowing that Lucy didn't attend the funeral. They dragged me to her parents' home to ask how her parents raised their daughter.
But I stopped them immediately. Because there was no need to do so.
This morning, I saw Lucy's Instagram post. She was busy with Charlie's mother's 80th birthday celebration and her mind clearly somewhere else. She was there in body, not in spirit. It would have been better not to come.
I could have completed my mother's funeral alone. Looking at my mother's photo on the tombstone, I knew that this world had lost someone who loved me so selflessly.
After my mother's funeral, I immediately sent Lucy a message.
[Mom's funeral is over, all is well.]
Lucy didn't reply. Maybe she didn't even see it. Or maybe she saw it and didn't know how to respond. I didn’t know the answer either. But it didn’t matter anymore.
I found a law firm, asking about the divorce details and then entrusted the lawyer to handle it.
As soon as I got home, I received a video from Lucy. The video was packed with people, lively and cheerful, everyone's face beaming with joy.