I couldn’t even believe they were mine.

What a joke.

Even in death, my soul stayed behind, still clinging to regret. I couldn’t do anything but sit there, waiting.

The assistant came by the next day with food, but he didn’t notice I was dead.

For days, he came and went, never even glancing in my direction. Just dropped the meals off and left, like clockwork.

It wasn’t until the seventh day, right before Margot’s competition, that Darell finally showed up.