She hadn't given the answer yet, but I had a sinking feeling I knew what was coming.

Early last month, Vincent told me he had to go abroad for work. I trusted him so much that I packed his suitcase, making sure everything was just right. How stupid I was back then.

I glanced at my watch, "I'm not interested in your gossip. The funeral's about to start."

"Are you scared?" Claire sneered, her face twisted with mockery. "What's the rush? I'm not done. Let ...