![]() ![]() ![]() I often wondered how people found joy in life without knowing her. A life without her in it seemed pointless. In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. Della Sloane had become my addiction when I hadn't been available. The woman who had walked into my life and changed everything. A week ago I had walked away from this life I'd been born into without one ounce of remorse. My mother had been able to see the lack of emotion in my eyes. Even with him dead and buried in the ground I couldn't forgive what he'd done to her. Seeing him lying there cold and still in the casket hadn't struck me the way I imagined. However, she'd helped my father as he had tried to destroy mine. Nothing that I'd done had affected my mother's life. There were a lot of things I expected in life, but that hadn't been one of them. ![]() I had gone to comfort her but she turned from me and walked away. My mother hadn't spoken to me during my father's funeral. ![]()
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