The End Of East-Brick

Grief

29-year-old Camden Resser was in the wake of his uncle, Stepan Orotez. He wasn't close with his uncle at all, but he was there for his mother, Payton, as he was her brother in law. Camden picked at some red grapes and watched her console Stepan's widow, May, began to cry again. He walked away from the situation and walked into the living room away from the kitchen. Camden had short, black hair which was dyed blue at the top, had green eyes and had a short, black beard. He found his dad, Bobby, in the living room. He was drinking some water on his own. Camden sat beside him and sighed. "You okay?", Bobby asked his son as he looked at his watch, wondering when they could go home. "Yeah, all good", Camden answered, "Just kind of just feeling, the grief I guess?". Bobby shook his head and sighed. "No one really knew your uncle", he said, "I have never spoken more than 2 words to the guy. I am here for your mother and her family". Camden nodded at his balding father and they sat in silence. Just as they were about to leave, May and Payton came in with other assorted family members. "Okay everybody", May began, withdrawing a piece of paper, "It is time for the will reading". Everybody oohed and ahhed. Camden sighed and tried to look interested. "I'll skip over the boring parts", she said, "As everybody knows, Stepan owned a lot of property across the country. So, the new owner of East-Brick orphanage in Saints Row, Ohio, is Camden". Camden was shocked by this information but acted happy. "The orphanage is still fully running, so you will have to travel down there as fast as possible", May said, looking at her nephew, "Marco, you have the what mill down in Berkley". Camden tuned the rest out; he couldn't believe what Stapan had left him. He was going to have to move his whole life from Columbus to Saints Row which was a 3-hour journey. Camden hoped it wasn't as bad as everybody said it was.