Chapter 1909

The bone-piercing cold of the morgue was a constant reminder that it was not a world made for the living. Bella and Justin stood in the shadowy doorway, allowing Ryan to see Yasmin for the last time. Under a snow-white sheet, Yasmin’s face was devoid of any color but still radiated a mesmerizing beauty. She lay peacefully with her eyes closed, her lips curving slightly as if she were having a sweet dream, one that she would never wake up from. Ryan hung his head solemnly. The chill in the room was an invisible weight that threatened to overwhelm his already-burdened spirit. His throat tightened as he delicately traced the graceful curve of her lips with trembling fingertips. He could not understand why she was smiling as she left this world. She had been shot in the abdomen and had fallen from such a height. Her bones had been shattered. It was unbearable to try to imagine the pain she went through. Most girls feared pain. Was she in pain? “You know... Your smile is so beautif