Willow Pillow
Three Thousand Club
Lexi Clark had been too distracted by the parade of questions and earnest sincere apologies from Aidan's family she had not noticed that one handshake felt like a sharp prick in her palm. From being picked up, asked about children and all sorts of questions that had her social anxiety on the rise, her mind was pulled in a million directions.
She had not noticed the prick was not a prick at all, her body healing so fast there was no evidence left to show she had been touched. Annalise was a southern bell....hundreds of people were attending this wake purely because they knew the family.
That same man had taken a digital picture of Ms. Clark before he made his way out of the church, walking away with DNA proof and an image that Ms. Alexandra Clark was still very much alive.
The proof was in the blood after all.
She had not noticed the prick was not a prick at all, her body healing so fast there was no evidence left to show she had been touched. Annalise was a southern bell....hundreds of people were attending this wake purely because they knew the family.
That same man had taken a digital picture of Ms. Clark before he made his way out of the church, walking away with DNA proof and an image that Ms. Alexandra Clark was still very much alive.
The proof was in the blood after all.