"There's no one left," I murmured.
Elizabeth who kept her distance throughout the entire service came closer. Her acting skills top-notch as ever. Even with her heels on, she barely reached my shoulder.
I took a short minute to try to understand why she looked different… She had a black pantsuit on, and her hair was up.
She didn't look different, she looked older.
She was broken, again.
We both ached in so many places… but having less distance between us was all the much better.
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"…He died protecting me," she said.
He did... In his mind, that is.
She knew that.
