Chapter 44
Sunlight twinkled through a thick canopy of red and orange leaves and onto Eve’s face, but it wasn’t enough to warm her chilled skin. She had never been colder. Rows of tall and gnarled oak trees dotted the old cemetery. Dozens of people, many of them employees of the Deific, huddled together, mourning the loss of a great man.
The priest stood at the edge of Charlie’s casket that balanced over a six-foot hole. Soon, his body would become trapped by four inches of cherry mahogany and several feet of compacted dirt. He shouldn’t be in that hole. He should be at the Deific right now, leading, directing, encouraging, fighting and helping people. All of that had been taken from him. He would no longer be contributing to the world. A truly positive force for good, now gone, thanks t
