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The earth thudded dully against the coffin lid. Each strike hit Stella’s heart. Her daughter, Nancy
Catherine Sullivan woke to the suffocating press of satin and the chilling finality of silence.
The funeral flowers had only just begun to fade when the calls started. I was in my kitchen on a Thursday
The phone lit up on the patio table, a stark, urgent message from an unknown number: Walk away.
Roman tossed his keys onto the hallway table and walked into the kitchen. Sveta was sitting at the table
Antonio and I were in love all four years of college. She was sweet, kind, always patient—and she loved
The funeral was nearly over when a sharp, sudden bark shattered the silence. At first, everyone assumed
Silk ribbons decorating the columns of the banquet hall gently swayed in the conditioned air.
The sound echoed through the dining room like a gunshot. The sharp sting burned across my cheek as I