187. I'm going to kill her

The funeral service was held one week later; Dorothy didn't want to keep him in the morgue for too long. It went as planned; the guests were limited to family and closest of friends, Dorothy fell ill after the burial and the family doctor was called to attend to her.

Liam held Kate’s hand as he drove to the cemetery for the first time in twenty years. Throughout the ride, she noticed that he was not calm, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and he gripped the steering once in a while. She rubbed on his arm.

“Love, we can go back if you're not ready, we can come some other time,” she said, gazing at him tenderly. Even last night, he was just tossing around on the bed, unable to sleep. His parent's death anniversary had coincided with Albert’s burial and it was too much for one to take in. She wished he would listen to her.

''Don't worry, I'm okay; it's just… the memories keep rushing back, but I'm fine, you're here with me,&rdqu