SEEING how the box had nothing inside it, August couldn’t help but feel the irritation on the depths of his skin. If only he could raise his eyebrows higher than his head, he would do it without a hint of hesitation.

“Shit,” August cursed as he laughed wickedly. “I hid this here for nothing?”

August looked inside the box again. He tried moving it in different directions, checking if there were secret pockets he must have overlooked. He hoped that the box had something the same way he saw in the movies, but after minutes, he still found none.

“Fuck it.” The annoyance was evident in his voice as he clicked his tongue and tilted his head, preventing himself from bursting into anger.

He placed the necklace in his pocket and threw the box away, and coincidentally, it hit the mausoleum where he placed that damn expensive box beforehand.

A sudden guilt rushed down August’s spine as he realized where he was.

No matter how angry he was right now, he should respect Mrs. Johens’ grave. This is