Chapter Eleven: The Funeral; Minds in Game

Mary's pov.

The memories of Jane's touch and the lingering flavor of her kiss kept playing over and over again in my thoughts. Her subtle public display, particularly how she confidently held onto my waist, brought back recollections of our intimate moments shared years ago.

On the day of Johnson's funeral, my attempts to avoid the reality of his death were disrupted. Being near his lifeless body caused me great distress as I longed for a miraculous return but ultimately faced an unyielding reality. In that moment of grief, Victor made an unusual statement about wishing he had Jesus' power to resurrect Johnson. My patience reached its limit and I confronted him accusingly because when Johnson sought help from Victor before passing away, it seemed like he was siding with evil forces instead.

I tried walking away to remove myself from this overwhelming situation until suddenly Victors seized my hand which halted any further escape attempt on my part.

Accompanying his apology was a shocki