ard the roaring

nt of her. They grabbed her arms, their gr

She watched in horror as the final section of the Do

d chips spewed out of the exhaust pipe like d

o her knees in the wet dirt, her fin

her phone from the pocket of her silk

ted. The smooth, quiet sound of jazz music playin

e raw and shredded. "Why did you

augh came thro

. His voice dripped with jealousy and contempt. "Dr. Blair

opped br

our emotional infidelity to grow

uited. Blair. He thought

at buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of t

his absolute refusal to ever listen to her, formed a

only fuele

rete," Israel

The dial tone hamm

t mixer roared to life. Thick, gray slu

eep crater, burying the mud, buryin

aren sh

pit. She plunged her bare hands into the wet, heavy concrete. She c

icles. Blood welled up from her finge

rabbed her by the shoulders an

. Fernandez's landscapin

he concrete. The last physical trace of her child

driveway. Arthur Coleman, Israel's C

ing a black umbrella. He stopped in front o

s voice was entirely professional. "Mr. Fernandez has instru

face. A hollow, terrifying laug

like a corpse. She looked down numbly, watching thin lines of dark blood welling up on the soles of her bare feet. The sharp, splintered edges of the wood chips had slice