Darius’ POV

“I'd like to see her face.” I said.

The nurse nodded and pulled the drawer open. A sheet of white fabric covered the body. Slowly, she folded it back, revealing the face. Indeed, it was Aunt Ronnie. She was pale and still, like all the warmth had been drained from her.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. I forced myself to swallow. “And her belongings?”

“They’re in the drawer,” the nurse said. She opened a small compartment beneath the tray, pulling out a clear plastic bag. Inside were her phone, a small purse, a watch, and a folded scarf.

It seemed like she must've just left the house...