Evangeline paused, cradling her growing belly, and slowly spun to take her phone out of her pocket. She dialed Walter's number.
As soon as the call connected…
"I'm sorry, Mr. Walter Gordon, but Celina doesn't want to see you."
Beep, beep, beep!
Evangeline ended the call, leaving Walter with nothing but the tone of a dead line.
Back at the funeral home, Evangeline's gaze landed on the black and white photos again, and the tears started flowing anew.
Julieta was heartbroken to see her like that. With a gentle swipe of her hand, she dried the tears on Evangeline's face and whispered, "Ms. Evangeline, don't be heartbroken..."
"Mrs. Lewis..."
In moments like these, the tender words were like a spell, coaxing out all the grief Evangeline had bottled up inside. She collapsed into Julieta's embrace, crying her heart out.
At that moment, Evangeline was not the cherished darling of the Foster family. She was just a girl who had lost her beloved grandfather.
Julieta's hand moved in soothing patterns across Evangeline's back, trying to offer comfort.
She wanted to urge Evangeline not to cry like this, especially since she was expecting a child, and such deep sorrow could harm her health. However, she recalled Yale mentioning the strong bond between Cole and Evangeline as grandfather and granddaughter.
The words of comfort were on the tip of her tongue, but Julieta swallowed them, thinking it might be better for Evangeline to let it all out.
Evangeline's tears paused as she realized they were surrounded by guests at Cole's funeral. She felt a wave of embarrassment for her outburst.
Huddled in Julieta's arms, she asked with a muffled voice, "Mrs. Lewis, where's Celina? Why isn't she here?"
Cole had always treated Celina as part of the family, and she should have been there for the funeral.
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