Zoe Rhodes didn't sleep a wink. She came to breakfast the next day with dark circles under her eyes, giving Linda Sullivan, who was getting ready for work, a fright.
"Did what I said yesterday scare you?"
Linda Sullivan took a breath. "I don't know if it's true, but I definitely heard people saying it."
She worked in the Executive Office of the Kingsley Group now, so she dealt with a lot of high-level executives and had many work-related social events.
Those middle-aged men said all sorts of things when they were drunk.
"Heard Mr. Rhodes is awake?"
"He's incredibly lucky. The car went over, but he still managed to make it out alive."
"Speaking of which, it's truly a miracle. His deceased wife must be watching over him from heaven."
"Deceased wife? He was married?"
"I'm not sure… Last time I went to the Mirenna Temple, I ran into the Abbott, who I know, and we chatted for a bit. He mentioned that Mr. Rhodes's deceased wife is enshrined there."
"…"
