Chapter: 770

Ariana couldn’t glimpse its contents from where she stood; all she could do was watch the ominous black box settle on the platform from afar.

Her breath hitched, her hands started to tremble of their own accord.

She had to keep reminding herself that it couldn’t be real, that Theodore couldn’t possibly be in that box.

Yet the gnawing uncertainty tugged at her. It had been too long since she’d last seen Theodore. Anxiety pooled within her like an unwelcome guest. Why hadn’t he surfaced yet? When would he spring into action?

Could she bear to see the funeral rites concluded, to witness Theodore’s existence being erased from the world?

Heavy-hearted, a crimson hue tinged Ariana’s eyes.

repeated a mantra to herself-wait, just a little longer. If

the priest switched on the microphone, a religious text cradled in his hand, and addressed the gathering with the opening

Aimee

immediate

Isn’t this Theodore Anderson’s

have I

something amiss? Did the priest mispronounce the

murmurs filled

dumbfounded, momentarily frozen in place,

recognized the name Aimee Wallace as Theodore’s

a moment of stunned silence, erupted in an indignant and agitated outburst, “What

underneath, there was an undeniable undercurrent of panic he couldn’t conceal at the

caught off guard. Her

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