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The driver’s son fahend drastically. Awardly, he saw of comfort. “My condolences, sir. Don’t be on saddened.”
“can” dvd,” Tristan thought. However, he couldn’t summon the energy to explain. He responded by giving the driver apolite smile
They put caught in traffic. As Tristan looked at the clear, cloudless sky, he called Leticia again.
He wanted to hear her sold or yell at him. Even if she slapped him or asked for a divorce, he wouldn’t mind. He would spend the rest of his late repenting and showing her that he
red his actions
Leticia was so salt–hearted Tristan was she could eventually win her back. She could never bear to see him sad hurt.
As countless was to win her backlashed through Tristan’s mind, a small sparket hope stirred within him. The lies in his hand get a faint, calming scent. He believed that there must be away to make things right.
Tristan work sure that Letics wouldn’t love him
mas enomous. It was filedwith the warm, pleasant smell of us running A Tristan stopped out of the car, his heart w
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moment
Leticia was a clean freak, Tristan aberys remembered these Inle details about her. Bet use of the terrible mistake he’d committed, she was forced to come to a place like this. Trwonderd who was truly getting punished with this arrangement.
“idiot,” he murmured softly. He thought that Leticia could have chosen a more comparable setting and come up with a more bellevodila lie,
Furthermore, Leticia valued her looks. How could the possibly being herself in jump off a building?
Tristan pushed away the useless thoughts filing his mind and urged his refactant legs to move on. He soon spotted unnime worker in black uniforms. Their faces showed his af distress.
One of them complained is a coleague, “I just wish people who committed suicide wouldn’t choose to jump off a building. It’s so difficult to clean op. Her bones are all shattered, and there’s a massive hole in the back of her head. Practically all her brain matter is gone.”
Tristan silently agreed with thin, feeling helpless. Indeed, jumping off a building was such a horrific method of death. Yet, Leticia came up with this fance just to scarehim….…….
“We only served one who died by jumping over the past few days, night? what was her name apa?
“It’s the wile of that super–nich guy. Tristan Colbe. I think het name was Leticia or something”
“With all that money, she still took here!don’t get
Tristes stared at them in a dare, then he suddenly came to a realization and nearly laughed out loud Leticia had somehow gotten the workers here to go along with her elaborare Te
Still could they please stop yammering
The was terrified, inc, hewas scard wills. If this was Letiriac’s way of punishing him, then shelad succeeded grevdly.
“Mr. Colton” A voice that sounded somewhat tambur caled out to Trin
The funeral director an over, slightly out of bath. He stopped in front of Tristan and said, “Plose come with me”
“Wheene la Leticia?” he asked softly. Heic as if he was selling on clouds. His steps telt floryandungrounded “I bought he alot of She love them
‘Sure. I’ll take you to her now. This way,plosie,” the baldeter said with a sympathetic expression.
Tristan followed ham inis the depths of the funeral home. The him of machinery and occasional cracking as filed his ears. A strange sense of curiosity came upon Tikta
“What’s that sound?” he asked.
The hned director was so used to the noise that he didn’t register Tristan’s question right away. Ader a while, he finally replied, “oh, that’s the sound of the incinerator.”
Tristan felt the temperature around hindrop. It was so cold that he was nearly frozen sort.
As the funeral director spoke, a small puff of white vapor escaped from his mouth. He explained apologetically, “The temperature in the morgue has to stay this low in thes Suma, or decorpses will start to decay very quickly. Please bear wis I‘
“Corpes? I don’t want to see any corpses – want to see Leticia,” Tristan muttered.
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“A–Alright This way, please,” said the fineral director gingerly.
Findly, Tristanisam bering
Leticia low on a namos metary table, her face pale bat pecetal. She looked as if she were in a deep sleep. Neither the footsteps of the undertaker moving round nor the hum ef the freezers disturbed her in the slightest
Trist gardather quietly and called her name “Leticia
She didn’timpond
Tristan serined a bit puded at her lack of response. Here he called again, “Leticia, stop this. I know I made put doing this isn’t right, is it? Don’t pamish me in this way.”
His voice www.soft as if he were afraid of waking someone from a dream
in Mini colton’s death and tried to contact you
The funeral director took a step back, feeling apong of symporty. He said in a lowered voice, “Mr. Cotton, the police have looked into yesterday.
