“Who killed you?” Ned whispered, his heart hammering.
No one else died. The balance held. But the universe was watching. Chuck moved into Ned’s apartment above the pie shop, The Pie Hole. She was bubbly, curious, and utterly unbothered by her own miraculous second act. She also had two aunts, Lily and Vivian, former synchronized swimmers who now ran a bed-and-breakfast full of unspoken grief over Chuck’s “death.” Ned and Chuck fell into a dizzying, painful, tender romance—one defined by what they could never do: touch. No holding hands. No hugs. No kisses. Just longing glances across mixing bowls and the careful, deliberate space of a foot between them. Pushing Daisies - Season 1
Then, one crisp autumn morning, Emerson brought a new case. A young woman, Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, had been murdered aboard a cruise ship—presumably pushed overboard. Her body lay in the morgue. The reward: a tidy sum. Ned agreed. “Who killed you
