Sara's POV
I felt as though I shouldn't have gone to the funeral, as though I was guilty of something, and I guess in a way, I was guilty of something of denying his love, of not loving him back; for leaving him.
All through the service, I asked for his forgiveness, asked him not to judge me for choosing someone else, for giving up the job that he had trained me to do.
After my daughter was born, I realized that I couldn't be a CSI anymore, not even on Days, so I became a teacher at the local secondary school and I love it. I'm with my family more and I am happier. But it destroyed him; everyone said that.
I saw him occasionally, at dinners Alex took me to and old team dinners Catherine forced me to go to.
But he's gone now; his office will stand empty, waiting to be filled by the new supervisor of Graveyard.
He mentioned me in his will, leaving me a load of his books and writings. They're in boxes at the moment, in the spare room, waiting for Alex and I to go through them. I feel too guilty at the moment to do that at the moment, because I used to love him, and then I denied him that love…