Tracy POV
I stood at the back of Riverside Cemetery, watching them lower Mrs. Fredrick's cheap wooden casket into the ground. There were only five people at the funeral - me, the priest, two gravediggers, and an elderly woman I didn't recognize who said she was Dorothy's former neighbor.
Bernard wasn't there.
His own mother's funeral, and he couldn't be bothered to show up.
I had paid for the service myself using the last eight hundred dollars from my savings account. Not because I loved Mrs. Fredrick - she had been cruel to me too many times for that - but because no one deserved to be buried like a homeless stranger with no family present.
The priest spoke generic words about eternal rest and God's mercy while I thought about how Mrs. Fredrick had died alone in a charity hospital wa
