PART 3 OF 25
THE HAMMER
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Twenty minutes later, the funeral began.
The hall was full.
I sat in the front row beside Richard as a minister spoke about love, loss, and eternal peace.
I heard none of it.
My eyes remained fixed on the coffin.
Once, I thought I saw the lid move.
Maybe it didn’t.
Maybe I only wanted it to.
Then Richard reached for my hand.
His fingers closed around mine.