With a flick of her lighter, she lit her cigarette, and the document browned before burning to ash.
“He will never appear before you again.”
Then, the ashes drifted away on the breeze.
She stood, gathered her dozens of people, and swept out of the estate in a grand procession.
A cramp knotted my calf, and I bent over without meaning to.
Hands were immediately at my side to steady me. “Mr. Chester!”
“I’m fine…” My voice came out weak. “Just an old injury.”
Since I lost my right leg, rainy days have always brought on this pain, and even the best doctors couldn’t alleviate it.
Maybe it was my heart that ached this time; the pain was harder to bear.
And so, I ended up at the hospital for treatment.
It was there that the scene unfolded.
Harvey made a scene in the ward.
“Why don’t you just kill him! Isn’t that bastard as easy to crush as an ant for you? I want him dead! If you won’t do it, I will!”
And he really did scoop up a dagger and stride for the door.
Stopping him, Faye grabbed his wrist and yanked him back with force.
The blade sliced her palm, and she collapsed into his arms.
Her bloodied hand rose to cup his face.