Chapter 12: “THE BISHOP”

RAVANA's POV

I watch all the children go from house to house trick-or-treating. Each one looks cuter than the last in their Halloween costumes. My heart aches with longing as their round cheeks turn pink from the slight chill in the air. As I sit on the bench I see moms and dads holding hands as they follow behind their children, smiling and taking pictures.

When I died I didn't mourn the loss of my life. I mourned that I would never become a mother. I guess that means in the end he won. He's told me I'd pay, but I had no idea the price would be so steep. I should have listened better. I was always terrible at that because I'm too strong-headed for my good. People warned me about him, telling me to stay away. I fell for him at first, but it didn't take long to see what was beneath his charming exterior.