A Ghost's Vengeance For Lost Love

a Hawki

my mother had in my entire life, brought out a platter of hors d'oeuvres. The conversation

, in turn, regaled them with tales of her burgeoning fame-a potential brand deal with a luxury makeup company, a coll

ghost not just in form bu

y were so desperate to attend was well unde

ella' s favorite lemon tarts," she said quietly, almost to herself. She walked to the kitchen

her," she instructed. "I don' t

lt nothing. The gesture was too little, too late, a hollow pe

he plate. As he reached for it, Kamry

ng her hand back from the g

mother was at her side in an

ilver," Kamryn whimpered, crad

he back of her hand, a faint red mark was

w furrowed in confusion. "Who would

a small, ornate silver box. I recognized it immediately. It was a custom-made case I u

' s?" she asked, her

worthy of an Oscar. "I... I thought it was a gift," she sobbed. "She must h

omous and deliberate. She wouldn' t

s all i

ace turning a deep shade of red. "She did this

ists. "After everything we do for her, this is how

hesitation, they convicted me of a crime I didn'

ry. "Godfrey, we need to get her to th

table and, with a roar of rage, hurled it against the wall

g with a rage I had never seen directed at anyone bu

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