Wife Obituary Today Linda Gibb 소설 & 이야기

That morning the Garuda Indonesia plane cut through the misty sky that was definitely choking bones. Linda looked at the Bangka Belitung Islands below, which had shrunk so that it was no longer visible among the pile of clouds and dew on the plane window. The female vampire shivered. The AC was not the cause, but the bad thoughts that suddenly flashed through Linda's vital organs hidden between her skulls. It hurts when you cannot keep a promise to a friend who has died. Linda leaned her head back as her hands clenched into her lap until her knuckles turned pale. If Linda could have acted selfishly just once, she would not have cared about Barbara any more while her beloved husband had died

“It would be best if you check this phone, because inside it—” “Ma’am,” a doctor called Renata before the police officer could finish speaking. The sixty-year-old woman immediately turned toward the doctor. “Yes, Doctor?” she replied. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. But your sister-in-law could not be saved. Mrs. Linda died while we were trying to save her,” the doctor explained, a statement that greatly shocked Renata, because Linda, her sister-in-law, had died due to poison that turned out to be her own. “Viona?” Renata asked with trembling hands. She could not believe Linda had died so quickly. The doctor took a deep breath. “Mrs. Viona survived, but—” the doctor paused, then looked at Mrs. Renata.

Someone murmured quietly. “He used to be a doctor. Maybe the knife was for first aid.” But the rebuttal came quickly. “What kind of doctor can’t save anyone? This is clearly an act!” Linda’s eyes split wide. She dropped to her knees, trembling as she reached out to touch her parents’ cold bodies in the memory. Her fingertips passed straight through the image. In her eyes surged overwhelming grief and despair. In the scene, Linda's parents were holding a sheet of paper. After reading it, my bloodstained fingers quickly shoved the paper into my mouth and swallowed it.

"Jeannie, what kind of garbage are you spouting now?" Shirley was furious too. She glared at me, her voice sharp enough to cut. "That's right! If you don't know how to talk, then shut up! Saying something like that at my mom's welcome party. Are you trying to start trouble?" Linda put on a pained expression, shaking her head. "Jeannie, your delusions are getting worse and worse. This is Mrs. Smith's event. How could she possibly not be here?" I stared straight into Linda's eyes, every word heavy and deliberate. "Because she was just killed. By you."

The maid quickly cut in. “ Is there something else you're expecting?” I snapped at her and loped away, but my knees nearly gave way. The second I got into the car, I opened the newspaper, my eyes searching for some clue or puzzle or anything she might have left behind for me. Then I saw it. Not only a written line. It's an obituary and the name of the deceased reads Lawrence West.

The old man's eyes, red-rimmed from unshed tears, met hers. "May I?" Gina asked softly, nodding toward the photograph. The elderly gentleman's gaze hesitated, then released, allowing Gina to gently take the photo from his hand. As she gazed at the faded image, a story unfolded before her eyes: a loving couple, smiling, surrounded by laughter and joy. Tears welled up in Gina's eyes, mirroring the old man's. "Who is she?" Gina whispered, her voice barely audible. The old man's voice cracked, "My wife... my Linda. We were married 57 years... She passed away a few minutes ago."

the nanny asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. "We're looking for the family of Linda O'Connor," one of the officers said gently, his eyes flicking to Alex and Emily. "I'm her nanny," she replied, her voice trembling. "And this is her daughter, Emily." Alex felt a cold knot form in his stomach as he stepped forward. "I'm a family friend. What's this about?" The officer took a deep breath, his expression grim. "I'm afraid we have some bad news. Linda O'Connor was found dead in a canal early this morning. It appears she was attacked."

Her eyes, cold and hard, fixed on Noah and Lila with an intensity that promised pain. "Linda Miles," Noah breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and recognition. He had seen her file, a ghost from his father’s past, a name whispered in hushed tones. "So, you do know me," Linda said, a thin, venomous smile spreading across her lips. "How touching. Though I doubt your mother, Yvonne Wilson, ever spoke of me with fondness. And as for you, Lila Cross… your father, Wayne, certainly tried to erase me from his history. But some scars, my dears, never truly fade."

Arriving at Linda's office, the receptionist knocked on the door, made a welcoming gesture, and Gabriel walked in. Linda was looking at the documents on her computer, and suddenly saw a man walking in, so she immediately stood up and greeted politely, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" "Hello, I came to understand the matter of Cynthia Lawson's injuries yesterday." Gabriel showed his courtesy towards the middle-aged woman who had helped Cynthia and his mother. Linda could not help but be shocked, Gabriel cared so much about Cynthia's matters? She nodded and pointed to the chair across from him.

Losing the only people dear to me in just a day, left to stay in this wicked world all by myself just like it was in the old days, maybe even worse now. When I looked up, Linda wasn’t speaking anymore instead her eyes were open staring into space without blinking. “Linda,” That was when I felt her link snap and she was gone, leaving me with this emptiness. I tried to hold back my sob, knowing I was supposed to comfort Taylor and Heather who were already sobbing, understanding the situation that they were never going to see her ever again. I took my hands to Linda’s face, running my palm on her eyes to push them close.