Meeting

"I... can't believe it myself too..." He whispered out, sounding much bewildered. "Mr. Graham has worked here over two decades... I have always known him as a wise and strong-willed man... He seemed to be fine just till yesterday...so...how could this happen?" He seemed a bit baffled.

"Did...Did he drown himself?" She peeked her gaze, scrunching her eyebrows.

"No...he was found this morning on the extreme west of the beach, smeared in blood. The other members of the resort who has found him have presumed that...he had slit his own throat with a knife he was clinching onto..." He expressed his words holding an intense, serious face.

Clenching the blanket tighter in her grip, Sherry slowly lifted her chin up to gawk deep in his dark eyes before reciprocating ardently. "I...I can't accept it, William."

"Wh...What?"