Chapter Twenty.
Demitri Terrezes stood before the large fireplace in his living room. His fingers stroking the mahogany intricately carved box, which held pride of place in the centre, flanked by two candles. The expensive box contained the precious ashes from his belove Bella. The woman who, since the earliest moments of their first meeting, as kindergarteners, fifty years prior, had held his heart in her hands.
“I may have a buyer for the RV dear,” he whispered to the box, a tear falling from his red eyes, which held the lines of time and the sadness of a man who had lost his soul.
“They should be here shortly,” he continued, speaking to the ashes of his wife, shaking his head slightly.
As he spoke, the bell on his door filled the air. Wiping his tear with the back of his han
