“No one came for her.” Willow smirked. “I don’t know what happened. But I know Duke buried her in the dirt plot next door with the others.” “The Fentons’?” Catherine asked, tears streaming down her cheeks. “That’s right,” Willow said. She turned, walking to the chair Mrs. Mason had been tied to. “That little bitch sat in her own shit for days. Right here.” Catherine’s expression crumpled. “Mama,” she cried. “I can’t follow you here.”
