in had also lost a wife or maybe a husband. They would look sad because either they cared abo

fin would you like

lowered her glance to the floor. “I am sorry, I have never

h or being in a coffin as if it was even possible to escap

e.” The voice came from behind him and i

left an instant bitterness in his to

itn

Her blackness and outwardness reflected the darkness of her heart. And her equally dark eyes that held a little glimmer of light covered by black

rds Mirabel, the shopkeeper who was still aro

one bit. Not that very minute. Not t

g here, Whitney and what do you mean by we?” He knew exactly what she meant, every part of hi

er plain black body-fitted gown. Her eyes were red, fairly swollen in a way no one but him would not

eyes. Her face couldn't conceal it either. “I do not wish to bicker with you today

ns on the same row as the white and gold one. He liked the white-

stic laugh. “I can see that you look ever

vileness Whitney poured and was yet to pour on him. She had the power to do that with her vile to

he said over his should

pick a coffin for my friend,” she bloated, in a

d turned to her. “Stefflon cannot be buried

could both agree on. “That is why I

pass through the eyes of a needle before h

e the person to pick Stefflon’s coffin. I

ered against the floor as a warning to him. She raised one

ghtest opportunity she could get. What was surprising was that s

Do you even care that she is dead?” Her eyes swelled with tears.

for goodness’s sake, he could not bring himself to understand her strong dislike for him. He gazed at her, her mascara had run down her face

d then took out one from her purse. “Don’t think you and I will be friends beca

eing friends with you is the last thing on my mind right now.” Whitney was th

and wore her shades. “Let’s get on