To Judith's misery, Harry's body was found. Lifeless. Rooting. In a bluff, almost hidden. Almost. Of course, Constable Northworton would never tell her that the man had been stripped down and… the violence he suffered was not only by beatens, but to a lady's ears, that would be too much, especially his own wife.
"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Dankworth." He told her while seeing her crawling on herself, trying to hold back the suffering those news caused her. Dimitri didn't expect her to say anything in return, after all, she was trying to conjoin with her own self, not to fall apart in front of a stranger. "I'll take my leave now. But please, if you ever need anything that I can do for you, Mrs. Dakworth, don't hesitate to contact me."
"T-thank y-you. " Her low, weak voice sounded while her head was down.
"Do you need me to take care of the funeral arrangements?"
