Crucial

Reina's POV

Call Richard petty, but here I was, standing close to him as he pushed a tear or two down his cheeks. I was mortified at how fast he had switched.

He was standing with the aid of an Italian walking stick which was relevant to his posture. He was getting better with each passing day and that was all that mattered to me.

“ Oh Thompson, why do you have to leave? You taught me a whole lot of things and I haven't paid you back” he sounded so pained that if I didn't know anything about him or what exactly he had done, I would have been convinced. I guess that was the man I called my husband.

“ We should be leaving soon, it isn't ideal for you to stay here much longer than you already have”

Thompson didn't have much family, and he had bred enemies over time. He had offended a whole lot of people and a group was chattering unend on how bad he had behaved when alive.

Not the best way but there was nothing that could be done. Richard moved swiftly toward the tombstone and my he