CHAPTER 6

Chapter 6

          Dread filled the room—pure dread and heartbreak. It was his curse, what he was meant for. It was his legacy. He had never been the one to cry. Seeing Bianca in the casket, lying there motionless, was almost too much for Dan to take. He could picture his lovely wife, Cheryl lying there and the memories of her funeral surfaced to the front of his mind. Janet was there holding on to his arm, rubbing it back and forth for comfort, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at Bianca.

          Some of her family were there, but most were friends Bianca established over the years—previous clients and other voodoo witches, Dan assumed. No one stopped him from being there yet or blamed him, which was what he was most prepared for. Hate was always the expectation, not love and acceptance. Bianca was truly a remarkable woman to have so