Chapter 8
Marcus's funeral was small. A few colleagues from the school, some distant relatives, and us. That was it. Most of the town was staying away, either out of disgust over his affair or fear of being associated with the scandal.
I stood at his graveside in my black dress and felt nothing. No sadness, ...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
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