My lovely ex

I walk through the graveyard, carefully avoiding the flowers on the graves. It’s a yearly trip to keep up appearances. I hated coming here. I sigh stopping at the grave marked William Piller. The stone said William Piller, loving husband, son, and friend, you will be missed. I let out a shaky laugh. Nobody knew the real him except for me. The ground rumbles beneath me. The sun disappeared and cast a shadow down. Birds fly away in terror. A cold breeze chills my bones. I look around as a cold clammy hand drags me underground. “ Welcome Home, Sasha dear.”