She sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. “What’s the rush? I haven’t even finished my masterpiece yet.”
As she spoke, Natalie pulled a black marker from her pocket and began scribbling across the pig-shaped figurine’s back — words that made my blood run cold. “Shameless woman.” “Cheap slut.”
When she was done, she held the pig up proudly for me to see.
“Well? What do you think?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Imagine—hands trained to hold a scalpel, now wasting time scribbling for your pathetic family. You should feel grateful.”
I stared at her, grief and fury clawing at my chest. “Give it back to me.”
That was my sister’s ashes — I couldn’t lose her again.
But Natalie only let out a low, disdainful laugh. “Oh, you like it that much? Then…”
Before I could move, she flung the figurine hard toward the road. It hit the pavement with a dull thud — rolling straight into the street.
Natalie’s voice rang out, sharp and cruel. “If you’ve got the guts, go pick it up yourself — right there in the middle of traffic!”
She tossed her hair back, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes and walked away without a trace of remorse.