Dark Intelligence: Family In the Mortuary: Part One

An uncomfortable scent wafted in their direction. A sickly sweet smell with hints of rotted meat attacked their nostrils. Matilda consciously looked back for Hugh and silently pushed her arm to him, wiggling her hand.

Hugh noticed Matilda’s hand and got the message. He quietly wrapped his hand around hers. The click-clack of their shoes echoed off the wooden floor as they slowly proceeded through the dark, narrow entrance hall and into the waiting room.

“This does not mean that I have forgiven you.” The corner of her mouth twitched as she disavowed her very nervous reconciliation.

Hugh shrugged. “Always. I will be here, by your side.”

She needed that reassuring affirmation right now. The funeral parlor had removed from her comfort zone.

Matilda made an abrupt stop, her heart racing. A tall, thin man, with wire spectacles on his nose, came out of the room and stood in her way.