Wrong Time

14 years later.

Lyris POV

Dressed in a black satin gown, Zylia was resting in her casket, dead, with her hands folded on her chest. I should be feeling some remorse, some grief but there was none. I tried hard to find emotions that would produce some tears in my eyes, but none came.

My eyes drifted to Gary, her partner who never married her but lived off her little money that she earned. Most of w