uneral. He didn't send flowers

iends, all dressed in somber black, their faces etched wit

her voice tight with disapproval. "

ay? That he was with his mistress and her child, cele

ttered, his gaze fierce. "And that Be

hed over me. Rumors? Year

seless, blocked. My fingers fumbled as I dia

e snapped, his voice

flat, devoid of emotion. "To Lily'

can't face it. Not right now. Mia just got home, she's not

daughter is being laid to rest, Graham! Our five-ye

seethed. "You're just trying to make a scene. You don't de

dead. Again. B

ish. He said I didn't deserve to be a mother. Those words, spoken by

growl. He snatched the phone from the floor,

rve to be a mother," I whis

A vein throbbed in his temple. He dialed

andon your child! Emma carried that girl, she fought for that girl every single

fled sound from

d. "We know! We know you diverted Lily's heart to B

ed sile

ew across the screen, attaching a photo. Lily's tiny white coffin. The

could hear Graham's ragged breat

voice trembling with a cold, terrifying fury. "Yo

aking. He pulled me int

. I remembered holding her, just days ago, her small voice saying,

in was too much. Darkness swirled at the