KIM’S POV
My mind had been plagued by a maelstrom of emotions—I could barely sleep or eat in days—ever since I crossed paths with the man who ended Andrea Harper.
He looked bigger and better, his skin almost dripping with sweetness and perfume. Perhaps he had even forgotten about me and was living his life to the fullest. He didn't look broke, as I had wanted. It seemed like he was thriving, especially with the Patek wristwatch and diamond nose ring he wore to the funeral. I noticed those! And it disturbed me.
Maybe John was right. I had overreacted. And done too much. Too damn much. Now, here we were all here in such a mess, Kent with the ancestors, all because of me.
“Mummy,” Curtis’s voice pulled me out of my reverie. I turned away from the window where I had been staring into for
