Chapter Sixty-one

These days, the clouds greyed on burial days. It was a weather change even the broadcasters couldn't predict. Rumors had it that the government was secretly seeding the clouds.

But seemingly nobody ever noticed on time. Somehow, some way, it remained a rumour because they kept the people distracted.

Unlike Dougle’s, the burial proceedings of Daphne Starling were short and rounded up. The priest didn't say the usual long speech, the sermon they often gave about the deceased. He skipped the longer prayers too, only offering or rather saying the shorter ones that entailed the response of the audience.

Her father hadn't invited a lot of people either. Very few relatives were there and of course - though still few - some of the shareholders from Voxx. Alistair couldn't attend as a result of an urgent meeting he had with one of our partners but he most definitely had sent a large bouquet of flowers in honor and his condolence message. But perhaps there was no time for that too as it didn't