Ethan tried to picture himself asking Olivia to bear his child again. He could see her with her arms crossed.

She would say with an icy smile, "A baby? Sure, as soon as you or your sister is dead."

Most of their conversations lately had become like that.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Why are you here if you're still alive?"

"The weather is nice today. Why don't you die? Is it because you haven't found a suitable burial spot?"

"Ethan, I saw a nice spot today. You should be buried there."

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