He suddenly stepped forward and stomped on the mourning banner at his feet. He glared at Gregory with wide eyes as he inquired, "What are you hiding? I'll see who's so bold as to hold a funeral at my family's hospital on my wedding day!"
He swiftly bent down and yanked the mourning banner from beneath his foot.
On the stark white paper, the intense black handwriting was painfully clear and sharp. "Our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Doctor Regina Whitaker."