Bittersweet Separation

"The old lady died from prolonged depression and heartbreak," Charles, Ryan's subordinate at White Chapel explained to him the previous day. "It has nothing to do with the person who gave her the news. She was bound to find out sooner or later. In my opinion, sooner is better. Otherwise, she will be in an anguished state for a long, long time."

Ryan fixed his cuff links and stared at the mirror that refused to reflect his form.

As a doctor, Ryan knew that it was by no means his fault. Nevertheless, he had the feeling that he disappointed Aiden a second time.

He not only failed to protect Aiden; the latter died protecting him. And now Ryan personally nailed Grandma Thompson's coffin shut.

Ryan draped the long black velvet cape around his shoulders and fastened the links at his neck. The inside of the cape was the bright red color of fresh blood. As red as Aiden's blood across Ryan's hands a few days ago.

Soon, Ryan's real mirror showed up.