Chapter 51
Discovering the connection
Vincent POV
Moving the fabric revealed the torn face of the dear woman I had know for such a long time, her face forever frozen in a moment of horror. What was happening to me? Why did I see her just now?
Even her smell lingered in my nose, like something trying to dig further into me, my heart cried out for her. Closing my eyes, I willed it all away; my mind finally allowing me to be in the moment. The smell of the rotting corpse in front of me, now turning my stomach.
Unnerved, I took her body to the incinerator, sliding her in gently. The sorrow I felt was overwhelmed by the despair I had in that moment I thought I had killed her once again. Kavielle, would you continue to haunt me for the rest of my time? I had the sense about me to toss my soiled clothing into the fire as well, hoping its flames would somehow cleanse the feelings.
Could anything cleanse these feelings?
