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Chapter 12

NEVILLE

The man in front of me taps his pen on the table. I can't handle the noise it makes when it hits the edge of the hard surface. The shudder runs through the back of my skull, and I close my eyes. The man in front of me wants me to sign some papers that will help him pay for the funeral bills and apply for my father's death certificate.

I didn't want to come to the funeral home, but I'm here against my will. The room is eerily silent, and pacing footsteps stepping against the hardwood floor is the only noise in the vicinity. It leaves me feeling anxious, and my stomach turns up into knots.

The man in front of me speaks.

"Neville, first of all, I'm so sorry about your father." He offers me his hand, and I take it. "I'm so sorry about your loss. May he rest in peace."

I nod.

"Thanks," I whisper under my breath. "My dad was a good man."

"He sure was, young man." The man moves the papers towards me. "I want you to sign these papers, and this will officially release the body to the c
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