Ana had never cried when listening to Danny Boy before, but now she understood why others had. She didn’t even bother to wipe away her tears as the service ended, just clutched Aleksandr’s hand tighter as he stared ahead at the coffin. He’d lost more than she could ever contemplate losing but he wouldn’t allow himself to truly grieve. They were meant to be leaving now, but she and Liza would wait as long as he needed. He’d lost the person he loved much too soon, the least they could give him was a few more minutes to say goodbye.