RileyI sat down next to Tyler on the old wooden church pew where the three of us used to sit every Sunday. I looked around. Everyone looks so sad, I thought. Sam and Jessica were standing in front of the casket of their firstborn, Sam’s arm wrapped around his wife. I could tell Jess was crying, because she was shaking slightly. Riley’s sister, Becky, was sitting, stone-faced, in the front row. I looked down the row I was sitting in, and saw Logan sitting next to Tyler. I noticed that the burns on his hands, arms and face were looking much better. Pastor Tim walked to the front of the stage and asked us to stand. We sang AmaziRiley
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