HP 42

CHAPTER 42

AUTHORESS’S POV

Even on those rare rainy days where New York experience a heavy downpour, there have never been such gloom. Williams sat in an open coffin as the Rev sprinkled holy water and said some prayers that nobody seemed to be listening to.

Everyone was shocked, it wasn’t a matter of grief this time, well Emberlynn of course and her father’s close staff were in grief but for the rest of the thousand plus it was shock.

The great William Smith tripped over his feet in his mansion and fell to his instant death that was what the hospital staff said, there was no chance of survival, it was instant, he didn’t have a chance at life after that fall.

Emberlynn had not said a word, she had just signed the cheque for the preparation of the burial, it was held a week after his death, she contemplated moving him to Scotland but New York had always been his home, so everyone who could make it had travelled down.

And Luca