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Damien 116.

Deadbeat father in law.

It was horrible when they finally laid Belladonna to rest. I felt Isabella lean against me for support as she cried. She looked away from the grave and turned into my chest. It felt as if she did not want all these things to be real.

But Alas, it was. One by one they all left us. The well wishers, the sympathizers. Who could blame them? They were still alive and there was still time left for them.

"Do you want to be alone with her?" I asked, already eyeballing a mad hiding a camera inside his long coat. He knew that I was watching and yet I could feel that he was still taking pictures.

I saw his be-spectacled brown eyes daring me to do something. After all, it the cemetery was public property and he could be here if he wanted to. He was daring me to do something.

"I do not know what to say, Damien," Sha said helplessly. It drew my attention back to her cry.

"Anything that comes to mind is fine, Isabella, as long a