Her sobs turned into trembling rage. The veins on her hands bulged as she gripped the bed rail.
She hated them. She hated Caroline. And she hated Dominic even more.
Because of them, her mother was gone. Because of them, her life had fallen apart.
They didn’t deserve forgiveness. They deserved to pay!
The next day, Hazel handled her mother’s funeral alone. She stood silently as the coffin was sealed and the cremation began.
The woman who once shielded her from every storm was now reduced to ashes, a small urn she held carefully in her trembling arms.
Tears streamed down her face again, uncontrollable, endless.
That night, she returned home, clutching the urn close to her chest.
But when she pushed open the door, she froze.
Dominic was sitting on the couch, rubbing his temples as if waiting for her.
When he looked up, his expression was cold, his tone even colder. “You’re back?”
Before she could answer, he tossed a document onto the table in front of her. “Caroline only went after your mother because you refused to apologize and bark like a dog. She might’ve gone too far, but did you really have to call the cops?”