Why wasn Jason at Carlys funeral?
It was so surreal that for the first few moments she couldn’t react. She could only stand there and stare in disbelief at the sight that greeted her. She had known what would be waiting for her at the church, but still, the sight of her own funeral was a little unnerving. But it didn’t matter. She could dwell in its weirdness later. She had more important things to do. “C-Carly? Is that really you?” “In the flesh,” she said weakly, clutching the trench coat tighter around her body. One of her hands slid beneath the coat and she lightly fingered the grey t-shirt she was wearing underneath, reminding her of what needed to be done. “Sonny, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” “You’re alive?” Bobbie gasped, staggering away from the pulpit and towards the main aisle. “You’re really alive?” Carly felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes but forced them away. She couldn’t deal with that now. It wasn’t time for her to be relieved because it wasn’t over yet. “I’m here, Momma. I’m so so
