Fate is indeed mocking me because I was the one who taught Marc how to shoot arrows. I taught Marc everything he knows and now he's using it against me.
I cradled the box as I stared at Faye, my best friend and a single tear slipped from my eyes.
“Why are you out in the cold, Rhea? Don't get sick on me!” Malachi’s voice came through the door.
He immediately stood behind me as he draped me with his jacket which I shrugged off.
“What’s wrong?” he queried.
His face twisted in slight disgust when he saw the dead cat in the box.
“Your son came to apologize,” I stated.
Malachi’s frown deepened, “He’s your son too.”
I scoffed, “He hates me Malachi! He killed my cat.”
“Come now, let’s go inside. I'll have a talk with him in the morning and you can bury the cat tomorrow. I'm sure he was just messing around and it was a silly prank,” Malachi said.
I shrugged away from him as I carried the cat and headed into the garden. I wasn't going to let my cat stay out all night for some animal to poke at him.
Malachi followed me, complaining about how I was being stubborn but he stayed with me while I buried Faye.