"Rose Fisher, are you done with the theatrics? Hand David over! Do you have any idea how frantic I've been looking for him these past two days?"
He scanned the mourning hall, his fury mounting. "You really are sick. Holding a funeral for a living person?"
With a roar, he swept the offerings off the altar. They crashed to the floor, scattering ash and fruit.
The staff stepped forward, shouting at him to stop, but I was faster.
I charged at him with a hoarse cry, wanting to tear the flesh from his bones.
He shoved me back effortlessly. My waist slammed into the sharp corner of a table, the pain blinding me for a second. Tears sprang to my eyes.
I slumped to the floor, glaring up at him. "You said you looked for David for two days. Did it never occur to you to check the hospital?"
Leon's brow furrowed in impatience. "Of course I looked. The hospital said there was no patient by that name, so I came for you." He took a threatening step forward. "Cut the crap. Where is our son?"
A hollow, chilling laugh escaped me. In the empty crematorium, it sounded like the cry of a ghost.
"Of course he isn't on the admission list." My voice was a rasp. "You should have checked the morgue records."