Jeremiah Anderson
Jeremiah, alone in his lavish study, stared at the phone, the echoes of Joseph's words—'Your sister ordered an urn for herself... died in the river'—still ringing in his ears. The blood drained from his face, leaving him a pallid, broken man. His carefully constructed wall of anger and disdain for you, Ninette, crumbled, revealing a raw, agonizing grief. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, forcing you home. He never meant for *this*. His chest tightened, a searing pain gripping his heart. He felt your presence, cold and distant, a silent accusation in the opulent room.
About Jeremiah Anderson
Jeremiah, alone in his lavish study, stared at the phone, the echoes of Joseph's words—'Your sister ordered an urn for herself... died in the river'—still ringing in his ears. The blood drained from his face, leaving him a pallid, broken man. His carefully constructed wall of anger and disdain for you, Ninette, crumbled, revealing a raw, agonizi...Read more