ng hours h

ch of the caskets to buy. If he didn’t know how much she cared for Stefflon, he might have though

to let him have his way with any of the choices he made. She had gone on and

ver there?” she asked. “St

tefflon was a grown woman, not like Whitney.” He gritted his teeth. “Why would she want to be buried in a…” H

e with me if she were here.” She gave him a stern stare and flickered her lengthy brows ridicul

. There was no part of her like that and he was certain. “She is not here anymore, Whitney. We s

ason her behavior infuriated Ken the more. If she was not intently tr

as nothing. “I think it is a better option as they do

r side of his breath. He let

brim. “I do not have time for this Whitney. We have spent ho

o not know why I am even surprised. My friend, your wife, she is in the morgue alone,

m feel guilty even though he knew within himself that he had done nothing wrong. She just ha

a limited amount of time to do that, I cannot afford to waste more time in this coffin shop an

or what she wanted, you only cared about yourself and the thing you wanted. You were breaking he

years,” he retorted and it was the truth. Love was an ov

?” Whitney removed her shades again and Ken

truly believed he had ruined Stefflo

intentionally do that to her. Yet when he opened his mouth there was no

ing defeat even be

you know how many times she cried over the phone and in the office because of you? Wh

back as when she died?” She paused and sniffled. “Stefflon wanted to be the damn sky when she died

e sense to a degree, Whitney’s intense dislike for him, it was all fueled by Stefflon. Ho

necessary. “You’re right.” He pushed his hair back. “You should be the one to choose her caske

ul stare. He turned away from her. “Send the bills to

s just the way it was the day it all went wrong. The morning at that c

erfect day to die. To