"Finn Hawthorne is dead. Does that give you a guilty conscience?" Cecilia Nathan took a step toward Sharon Quincy, and Sharon took a step back.
"What guilty conscience? Finn and I were good friends. Of course I'd come to pay my respects now that he's passed away. How does that mean I have a guilty conscience?"
Sharon Quincy's tone turned cold, even a little aggressive.
"Aren't you afraid that Finn will visit you in your dreams every night?"
Cecilia's words struck a nerve.
The thought of Finn Hawthorne demanding her life in a dream made Sharon Quincy's face turn pale.
'She wasn't afraid of the living, but the dead? Who wasn't afraid of the dead!'
"What are you trying to say?" Sharon Quincy pressed her lips together.
"You know how Finn Hawthorne died."
The one who spoke was Damian Hawthorne. He stared coldly at Sharon Quincy, his statement not a question, but an assertion.
