Three days ago, Natalie finally answered Edward's call, the first time she had done so since their divorce discussion. Edward's emotions were in turmoil, but he was afraid of scaring her or burdening her, so he could only suppress his feelings and calmly inquire about her well-being.
Fortunately, she was safe. Moreover, she asked him, "Edward, can you do me a favor?"
Edward's breath hitched. "Tell me."
"Before Samantha's funeral, please have a wax figure of her made, just the head."
"Of course."
"Also, can you send me a few helpers? I need them to do something for me."
"Give me the address. I'll send ten people. Is that enough?"
"That's enough."
Silence fell on both ends of the line.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm going to do?" Natalie couldn't help but ask.
"I trust you."
