-CHAPTER ONE The chapel was empty except for the napping attendant and the stoic lady in black. Her hands were folded, ankles crossed and her brown eyes stared at her black boots, rather than at the open casket. The man she hadn’t seen in ten years lay in front of her. She had caught a glimpse of his face when entering the room but had sat down a few rows back, afraid. Her brow twitched and her nostrils flared with the reminiscence of what happened to cause this hard luck. Lucy wasn’t the typ...