He Waited For A Dead Girl
Language: en
In exactly one week, the Dupont family would formally announce my departure from society. This was the very last chance I was giving us. The spotlight swept frantically back and forth across the stadium crowd during the concert’s fan-request segment, hovering over the sea of faces before finally snapping to a halt. It locked onto me, bathing Ternence and me in a blinding, electric white glow. Deep in my coat pocket, my fingers dug into the sharp edges of a velvet ring box. This was the signal. I had arranged it with the event organizers weeks ago. Once the song was requested, I was going…