**Tillie POV**
Sleep never comes, but morning does so I shower and dress myself up nicely to go to the funeral home. The medium-sized brick building is in the heart of downtown Brookhaven so it takes a few minutes of maneuvering through the hustle and bustle of small town life to get there.
“Hi, my name is Tillie Pierce. I’m meeting with Stephanie Roberts,” I say as I walk in and a beautiful woman with blonde hair pulled into a tight bun walks around the corner.
“Miss Pierce, I’m Stephanie. Please follow me,” she says politely but coldly at the same time.
“Hey Stephanie, I just wanted to apologize for the way I answered the phone yesterday. A lot happened to me in twenty-four hours and I was not okay,” I apologize, her eyes locking with mine for a moment.
“It’s okay, Miss Pierce. No w
