Chapter 8

A pin-drop silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Lucas playing with another little lost soul he'd just met. I stared at Samuel, wondering what expression he wore that he'd heard someone else announce my death once again. However, much like the last time he heard it, he frowned before his lips curled sardonically. "I didn't think you'd still be so concerned about my wife, Mr. Lowry. I don't even know if she's dead or alive, yet you seem so certain that it's the former. What, did she tell you that personally? Or have you been cavorting with her under my nose for the last few years? "Is sneaking around your idea of excitement?" Samuel chuckled dryly. "Not that I care. She's filthy, and I'd rather not get my hands dirty by touching her. If you want to have fun with her, go ahead." My heart shattered at his words, and my eyes prickled with what I presumed were oncoming tears. But I was a lost soul without a physical form, so how would I have tears, to begin with? Then aga