”I promised I would. The cab I finally managed to get took me to the small mews in Paddington and dropped me outside the house, called Groom’s Cot...age, where I had been due ten minutes earlier. I clattered up the slate steps in my heels and rang the doorbell. There was a slight delay and when the door opened, there she was.Christina was about ten years older than I, about fifty. She wore, as she habitually did, a grey dress, knee-length, black tights, flat black ballet pumps and a warm smile.. Heather was a real estate agent for her uncle Don's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a hundred miles north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the millions. If she could pull this off it would be by far her biggest sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost. "You are so pathetic." Disappointed by your lack of intelligence."I'm disgusted by your behavior, morality and the way you let your belief that I couldn't give you children destroy your love for me, if it ever existed." I loved you completely." After Harry, your attitude changed. I could tell you thought you had something over me, I just didn't know what it was. Maybe you were hiding money in a separate account. Maybe you were spending beyond your budget. I didn't know. I just knew you had a. I'm sorry I got you all into this."Petara squeezed Varna's shoulder. "I think you are going to have to face up to the destruction of your casket you know." I know." With a shake of her head Varna turned for the steps. "I will decide tomorrow."Sleep eluded her. All she could think of was the casket, or cryochamber the old man had called it. She had put up with so much to keep it safe and now she was contemplating its destruction. Her stomach churned; she had no choice - Sisanna was tightening.