The mail still came. The bills still got paid. The plate on the door still read "Purves".
The mail still came. The bills still got paid. The plate on the door still read �Purves�. It all suggested a life carrying on as normal, but that mail, those bills, that name plate were just false alarms; echoes of a life that had ended.
The mail still came. The bills still got paid. The plate on the door still read "Purves".