|Tom Conway, 1905-1967|
While James appeared to be non-chalant to the point of being flippant at this sad funeral, his insides churned with the anxiety that consumed him. No one would have ferreted out the source of his distress except Emilia, precious Emilia.
And she lay in the coffin. Emilia. How James had loved her. She held the essence of beauty even now, cold in death.
Just days before, when truth had come speeding through her understanding, Emilia had faced him. “It was you! You poisoned me over time, with mercury. Why? Why?”
|Rachel Roberts 1927-1980|
”Simple, my love. You are the only one who truly understood me. Others labeled me ‘arrogant’, but you knew, you knew…”
With a final gasp, Emilia crumbled to the floor.
What was James' secret? Why did he poison
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