“You are my charge now, Liz. I will always be here for you. Give a call, and I will always answer. Above all else, I will show you how to bear the weight of your life so that you may carry on.”
I hesitated. Then, instead of saying anything sensible, I told her, “I don’t need your help, Reaper. Just leave me alone.”
Cynthia chuckled. “Very well. I will leave you with your thoughts for now. I’ll be ready to get started whenever you are.” Her violet eyes flashed, and she was gone, leaving behind the light hum of some unknown tune.