Keith was about to step out with Cathryn when Victoria got up and pulled him. He turned back and went to the corner of the room to hear Victoria's whispering urges.
"Please have a good sleep with the aunts and uncles, ma'am. It will be a long day tomorrow for the funeral, you will need your strength. Don't worry about Cathryn, I will take care of her," He nodded and answered.
She was a bit stunned by Keith's call, her throat clogged. She replied with a single nod and returned to the room, reaching her arms to her three younger siblings.
Except for the sound of wind from the burning candles and incense, the entire mourning room stayed silent like it was hell itself.
Cathryn sat on a cushion, again, holding the candles and staring in blankness. When the candle was finished, Keith gave her another and simply watched her burn it.
The jumping flame reflected on her pale face and turned orange. Cathryn sat for a while, stood up, and staggered to the coffin.