The cause of death wasn't a sudden illness. It was a fatal cardiac arrest brought on by severe physical exertion during sex.

It’s a secret I plan to uncover, but hearing her call that man holy grates on my nerves.

“I pray for every departed soul,” I say, pushing back my chair and stepping around the desk.

She doesn't flinch.

I stop behind her and rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. She's wearing a conservative yellow dress that covers every inch of her body, but somehow, the fabric does nothing to hide the exceptional shape beneath it.

“We pray for the saints too,” I murmur near her ear, “just...