He Stepped on My Ashes After I was Gone novel Chapter 8

My hometown was also Christopher Moore’s hometown, but I didn’t want to go back.

After a moment of thought, I pointed at the water bottle.

Christopher furrowed his brow, his voice filled with sorrow. “You want me to scatter your ashes in the sea?”

I nodded.

He smiled, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Alright, we’ll lay you to rest in the ocean. That way, William Miller will never find a place to mourn you.”

We shared a bittersweet smile.

On the day Isabella Miller was sentenced, Christopher took me to the courthouse to observe. He wanted me to see the consequences of evil, to bring me some peace.

It had been days since I’d seen the once-glamorous Isabella. Now, she was disheveled and defeated.

She looked like she had endured a harrowing experience, trembling as she was questioned, as if any hesitation might bring down a blow.

I watched the entire process unfold. From her guilty plea to the swift death sentence, everything went surprisingly smoothly.

But as she was leaving the courtroom, Isabella suddenly called out, her eyes wide with desperation.

She lunged toward a specific direction, shouting, “William, help me! I don’t want to die! I love you too much!”

“William! William! Save me, please!”

I turned to the corner and spotted William Miller, his face an emotionless mask as he looked at Isabella.

He spoke each word slowly, deliberately: “You stood by and watched as my mother fell ill. Why didn’t you help her?”

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