. When I arrived, I saw it. The fresh earth of my grandmother's g

amed, running toward them. "

d me, conti

standing a few feet away, a smu

this?" I demanded, my

d me the plot. He said it was the best one in the whole cemetery, wi

He had sold my gr

this," I whisp

atter. Your grandmother doesn't matter. The only thing that

. "Hurry up! I want this

rying to shield the grave wi

e hard. I fell backward, la

e, letting out a theatrical cry of pain.

tes. He ran toward us, his face a thundercloud of fury. He went s

d into his chest. "I was just trying

eyes blazing. "You ha

uch her! They're digging

s voice chillingly ca

my mind reeling

r hair. "Gavin deserves the best. Your grandmot

nd innocent. "Oh, Arthur, are you sure?

he said dismissively.

tasting like ash in my mouth. "You

n't being such an ungrateful, hysterical bitch. But your behavior has chang

hing from the hole. It was the small, sea

I shrieked, scrambling to my f

your concern," A

hur, just give her back to me. I'll do anything. I'll leave. I'll disapp

ing light in his eyes. He was enjo

ng toward Diana. "It's he

chest. I was begging the woman who had orches

enomous smile. "On on

yth

. "Kowtow to me. Apologize for ups

earth. The humiliation was a physical pain, but it was noth

d. "I'm sorry," I choked out, the

h pleasure. "And I want to hear your head

choing in the silent cemetery. Pain exploded behind my eyes, but I kept

ehead raw and bleeding. "P

e took the box from the workman. "Okay

eached for it, my hands trembling

box

's ashes, her last physical presence on this earth, spilled onto the mud. A gust

r mouth in mock horror. "Oops. So c