His shoulders trembled whenever people approached.
His eyes remained red.
And whenever someone looked in his direction, he pressed a hand against his chest.
But I noticed something nobody else seemed to see.
He never looked at the coffin.
His mistress, Vanessa Cole, certainly did.
She stood beside me in an expensive black dress, casually turning Claire’s silver bracelet around her wrist.
The bracelet had tiny engraved stars, one for every birthday since Lily was born.
« That bracelet belonged to my daughter, » I told her.
Vanessa smiled.
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