Chapter 7
The silence that followed was suffocating. It was broken only by the sound of Toby playing with the newly acquainted spirit of a
little boy in the ward.
I watched Samuel intently, curious about how he would react to hearing news of my death from someone else again.
But, just as when Jessie told him I had died, his reaction was the same. He furrowed his brows at first, then his lips curled into a
smirk.
“Well, who would’ve thought you would care so much about my wife, Mr. Jones? I don’t know whether she’s dead or alive. Yet,
you seem to know better. Well, how did you know? Did she tell you herself? Or have you two been sneaking around to see each
other under my nose all these years?
“Why? Is it more thrilling this way? Well, I don’t care. She’s so filthy that I wouldn’t even touch her. If you want her, you can have
her.”
