Trailing behind Leo, I peeked inside the coffin and saw my own corpse lying there with foam trickling from my lips and my face twisted into a ghastly blue.
'Yikes, I looked like a mess. I did not hold a candle to Molly now. Would Leo even recognize me in our next life?'
I pursed my lips and wanted to tell him not to cry, but then I froze. He stood there stiff as a board and rooted to the spot like a nailed-down scarecrow.
"Mae. It is really you."
With a smile that looked more like a grimace, he turned to Molly.
"Molly, I have lost Mae."
His voice shattered like glass, and a broken whisper followed.
"She is gone."
With a sickening thud, his knees hit the floor and his forehead smacked against the coffin.
"My fault. All my fault."
He rained blows on his own face until Molly caught
