The day had started as it had meant to go on charcoal clouds obscuring the sky, biting winds and fine drizzle that crept under your umbrella and soaked you to the skin. All in all good weather for ducks and funerals.
She was alone though she hadn't expected it any other way. His friends were few, fewer now due to the damning report and those he did have unlikely to attend due to security reasons.
The service had been thankfully short and so had the walk to the open graveside. She was inadequately dressed for the weather in her short black cotton dress, worn black cardigan, scuffed shoes and no umbrella.
She had shed no tears as the priest continued in his speech for the dear departed, but they came when the coffin was lowered. Not for him did the tears finally come like a river bursting it banks, not for him was the emotion so much that her legs gave way, knees sinking into the mud but they came for her, her life and what she had now lost.
A father she had never known, a mother who barely spoke to her since she joined the force, a guardian who she had trusted like a daughter and a career that was now in ruins. A friend that lay near death, others that would not treat her the same way again and a man whose good opinion once lost would be lost forever.
How could she have been so stupid, so naïve, why hadn't she spoken up sooner. How could he have betrayed like this, had he been using her all the time?
It wasn't just his body that was being buried but her hopes, her life and her heart.