The air at the graveside was thick with the scent of wet earth and cheap perfume, a cloying mixture that did little to mask the venom in the air. The whispers were no longer whispers.

"Some people are just born rotten. Arthur's dead because of his own niece, and she just walks free? A tragedy."

"What did the police even do?A man is dead and buried and that's it?"

"It's not right.She gets to live her pampered life while he's in the ground."

Flora’s face tightened with maternal fury. "They ...