Capítulo 2: The Funeral (Part 1)

Funerals always had a sombre atmosphere. I looked around observing the shallow and ghostly look on the Maxims faces. Mr. and Mrs. Maxim had both grown old, white streaks of hair touched Mrs. Maxims face and she would occasionally brush it aside along with her trickling tears. Their son, Samuel Maxim, stood next to his father. He was quite tall and had a slender figure. He seemed around my age about 28 years old. He looked as if he could be a model in a fashion magazine. The sister on the other hand, Emma Maxim, was also a walking beauty. She had a petite figure. She had to be around 24 years old at most. But the aura coming from the siblings was completely different. Samuel, had a dominant and composed look on his face, while Emma had a nervous and timid look. Occasionally she would end up crying alongside her mother, who now seemed to be looking into a distance, her eyes vacant.