Chapter 3
The sheer audacity of his words sent a surge of adrenaline racing through my veins, slightly accelerating my heartbeat.
I forced my muscles to remain limp, keeping my breathing imperceptible beneath the dense bed of white lilies.
“Nora knew exactly who cared for her,” Jenna said softly, looking down into the casket at my face.
She saw the subtle twitch of my right thumb against the white silk lining of the coffin.
A small, imperceptible smirk touched the corner of Jenna’s lips before she masked it with her handkerchief.
“Yes,” Jenna agreed, turning her gaze back to Grant. “She certainly did know.”
“The service is wrapping up,” Grant said impatiently, checking his gold Rolex watch.
“The hearse is waiting out front to take her to the crematorium in Cherry Hill.”
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My heart skipped a beat at the word crematorium.
Grant had secretly changed my burial directives two days ago, bypassing my family’s cemetery plot in Bryn Mawr.
