Our group of five deliberately planted ourselves at the end of the line. When anyone walked by we would nod and murmur nonsensical words of grief, but the minute they made it past we let our anger encase the group once again. We weren’t buying Carol’s story for a minute.
What a load of crap, he thought. “Meant to be” only worked in the movies. Disney had built an entire empire on the concept. It had nothing to do with real life.