Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 1

According to the rules, relatives were not allowed to view the process at crematorium.

Supported by the icy steel bed, Sylvia Lloyd paid her way into the crematorium's inner sanctum.

The air was tinged with the scent of burning, intermingled with the ash that danced in the sunlight. Perhaps it was someone's ashes. Soon, her precious daughter would become just that.

Sylvia was clad in a long black dress that barely covered her gaunt frame even in the smallest size, her eyes, swollen and red from crying, now held a serene calm.

She reached out to touch the cold, stiff hand that protruded from beneath the white shroud, and into her daughter's palm, she placed two pink paper stars. "Wait for me, Stella."

Time seemed to stand still until a worker approached, pulling Sylvia away to reveal Stella's face under the shroud.

At eight years old, Stella was frail and thin, her ribcage starkly defined, with a noticeable dip at the bottom.

as she gazed at that dip. She had failed to

for your loss. At least your daughter's kidney saved another child,

bitter smile forming, "Yes, that child happens to be my husband's illegitimate son. Right now, they're celebrating his grand birthday party. Did you know? Today is also my daughter's birthday." The worker was taken aback, unable to comfort

ahead, let's not delay. I hope

his head, the worker prepared to move the body to the furnace, perhaps out of sympathy, shielding Sylvia

afraid; Stella was finally at peace,

doesn't Daddy like me,

Daddy like Ms. Simpson's

mean to you because of

daughter, destroyed

a trip to the biggest amusement park, a dream day with her father. Instead, he had put her in a surgery room to donate a kidney to

find her daughter's lifeless body. The ironic thing was that a blood-stained children's watch lay beside her,

and hugged

Bridget Simpson returned from abroad with her son, boldly accusing Sylvia of harming them, Rupert had