Tension was rising on the horizon. A week had passed, and there was still no sign of Claudia. Kabir and Blair sat down; they could no longer keep Caleb in the cold. It was time for the little angel to be laid to rest. It hurt them that the one he cared for most couldn't make it, but their hands were tied. Preparations had begun, and everything took place low-key.
The media was still on their tails, and mistakes couldn't be afforded. Within the Marge mansion, everything was set. Caleb's funeral was ready, and the procession began. He was not his son, but Blair did know his father and had reached out in hopes he could make it. Everything went on smoothly. A little land had been bought where he was placed. The ride to the cemetery was quiet. Blair sat between the twins, who had questions.
