MORIA
Without waiting for a reply, Grace heads over to a tall glass cabinet tucked away in a corner of the room and pulls out a dark green bottle wrapped with golden vines.
Axe steps forward. "Grace, I don't think that's a good idea…"
She ignores him and pulls open the cap with more force than necessary. "You know what I think?"
The liquid that comes out when she pours is a bright, sparkling blue that reflects off the glass cup as she lifts it to her lips. "I think that it is my house and you just told me my husband is dead. I can do whatever the hell I want."
My mind races to put two and two together.
The body Axe wasn’t sure of.
It must have been true then.
Someone is dead.
And whoever it is, was once this woman’s husband, Laurel's father and Peggy's grandfather.
Grace lowers
