Chapter 1
The way people kept dying in the Williams family was starting to scare me. Today, it was Grandma's turn.
The entire family gathered for the burial. But it didn’t look like mourning. It looked like a wedding ceremony. Everyone was dressed in white. The women wore gowns, the men wore shirts and trousers. The guests were in black. Me? I can’t even say what color I had on. But I was still part of the family. Or so I thought.
Rumor had it Grandma wasn’t the target. Her grandson, John, was. They said it happened during a sightseeing walk. A woman, face hidden, aimed a sniper at John. Grandma noticed. She changed the subject.
"Grandson, I love you. Tell everyone when you get home that I will miss them."
John didn’t understand. Then, Grandma pushed him out of the way. The bullet hit her instead.
What a lovely woman. A true protector. Now that she was gone, who would take the next bullet for John?
They said they caught the shooter. I don’t know how true that is. People talk around me because they think I’m a SOT — a silent observer type.
You should have seen the money spent on her burial. Enough to build schools or feed a thousand poor souls. But that’s the Williams way.
One thing you should know: you don't cross the Williams family. Unless you have a death wish. Someone had clearly crossed them. And that someone was prepared.
As the ceremony ended, they all dropped flowers on her grave.
