Phil's POV
I was up from bed before sunrise. I was getting dressed for Drew's burial. Just like Vera said last night, I couldn't keep his body in the morgue for long. It had to be done today no matter how much I wanted to keep his body from being cremated.
I paused for a moment and watched Vera. She was still asleep on my bed. She slept like a baby, like there was nothing to worry about. Last night with her was soothing. If she hadn't been so stubborn and insisted on staying with me, I could have probably lost my mind.
As I saw her roll a bit on the bed, I turned back to the mirror, acting oblivious that she was awake now.
“Oh. Shit.”She muttered. I could see her reflection in the mirror, and she hit her forehead in realization. “I'm sorry. I f*****g slept off.” She apologized. Why the
