Chapter 4

The funeral hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The way Darian's relatives and neighbors looked at him had completely changed.

"I..." Darian's anger melted away, leaving him momentarily lost and full of doubt.

I grabbed him by the collar, like a madwoman, and dragged him right up to Lilith's portrait.

I said coldly, "Darian, if you'd just picked Lilith up from school that day, she might still be alive."

Darian's face turned ashen, his expression dazed and stricken.

"Darian! Are you a monster?" I shouted. "That's your daughter lying there. How can you be so cold-blooded…