Mindy stared down at the grave.
"It says good man," she whispered to herself. "It says good man, but he wasn't a good man. He isn't any of the things it says here."
Hunter put his arms around her. "I know," he said softly.
"He hurt me," she whimpered.
"I know Mindy-Mine. I know." He kissed her head.
"He was a bad man. Why did they say that he's good? Why?"
Hunter looked over her head, glancing at the head stone. "People like to think when someone dies their sins are erased. That they're angels. But you know the truth. And he can't hurt you anymore."
Hunter looked away. "I made sure of it."
He sighed, ushering her away from the freshly dug grave.
Mindy buried her head in his chest. She had always done that since the first day he met her.
It was a year ago. A year ago to the day. The day he met the girl he'd fallen for.
The day he'd traded his soul to the devil.
