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EFFICIENT SYMPATHY

Author: Amiable
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-09 03:16:55

Von POV

Los Angeles, Same Day

The funeral home was too quiet.

I sat with the director a professional woman named Mrs. Patterson who'd handled everything with efficient sympathy and made decisions about a funeral for a wife who wasn't dead.

"Closed casket, as you requested," Mrs. Patterson said, showing me options on her tablet. "Given the circumstances, that's often preferred. It allows the family to remember the deceased as they were."

The deceased. Marissa, reduced to a category.

"This one,
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    Von POV County Morgue, 9:15 AM The viewing room was cold.Marcus stood beside me, silent support as the medical examiner pulled back the sheet.The woman on the table was approximately Marissa's age, height, build. Dark hair. Similar facial structure.If you squinted. If you didn't look too closely.If you wanted to believe."That's her," I said, voice hollow. "That's my wife."The ME Dr. Reynolds, on Marcus's payroll nodded sympathetically. "I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Castellano. Would you like a few minutes alone?""No. I've seen enough."Because standing here, looking at a stranger's corpse and pretending it was Marissa, was obscene. Necessary, but obscene.Marcus guided me out, keeping his hand on my shoulder like he thought I might collapse.Maybe I might."The body will be released to the funeral home this afternoon," Dr. Reynolds said. "Given the circumstances, I recommend a closed casket service. The family can say their goodbyes without the visual trauma.""Fine. What

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