Julia's Perspective
Tamara gazed at Darren with a worried expression, her head slightly cocked.
"Is everything okay? You seem unwell," she inquired.
Her question brought Darren's grief rushing back, reminding him of his mate's demise. His eyes clouded with sorrow and rage.
"Jul...Julia's gone. She was the expectant woman," he stammered, his voice cracking.
Tamara let out a shocked gasp, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh no! This is terrible!" She wailed, her hand covering her mouth as she wept. "I can't believe it! It's all because of me! I relied on you too heavily, preventing you from being there for her. If not for my neediness, you might have saved her!" She sobbed.
Her words seemed to twist the knife deeper in Darren's heart, and I noticed a flicker of remorse in his gaze.
"I must apologize to her! Where is she?" She whimpered, gripping Darren's arms tightly as she cried.
Darren escorted her to the morgue where my body was stored.