A burn scar marked the left side of his cheek.
While I was still ordering flowers for an empty grave, he was working to dismantle my business, going so far as to tell investors that I had become « emotionally unstable » just two weeks after Sarah’s funeral.
With a single calculated sweep, Marcus took away my clients, my trust, and what remained of my fragile pride, which grief had not yet destroyed.
Marcus saw me first.
Her face hasn’t changed as I had expected.
Marcus saw me first.
No sufficiency.Send Condolences
No fear.
A brief and controlled silence.
Sarah followed his gaze.
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