Ela wanted us at the funeral service of the late Detective Lewys Chan, and so we went. It was a small gathering of close friends and family, saying their final farewell. Chan had three daughters; two were in high school, and the oldest was a freshman in college.
If Ela felt miserable before, it was nothing compared to how she looks now at the cemetery where the funeral service took place. I held her hand, assuring her I was there for her and not leaving. Last week, the police department opened an investigation into Chan's death, and justice will be served, which I was sure of.