“I’m not!” she cried, her voice hoarse. “That really is my mom’s ashes! She—”
“Enough!” Dominic cut her off sharply. “I had top doctors on your mother’s case. They could even bring a dead person back if they had to. Besides, Caroline said your mom just had a small cut, nothing serious. She couldn’t possibly have died. So, what exactly are you trying to pull here?”
He slammed another document down on the table and ordered, “Hold her down. Make her sign it.”
“No! Dominic, you can’t do this to me!” Hazel screamed, thrashing wildly.
But she was no match for the two men holding her. Her trembling hand was forced down onto the paper, dragging out a crooked signature.
Only when it was done did Dominic’s expression relax. He pocketed the signed document, turned his back on her, and walked away without a second glance.
Hazel crumpled to the floor like discarded fabric. One of the bodyguards even stepped on her mother’s ashes on the way out.
Her hands shook as she tried to gather what was left, scooping the ashes back into the urn piece by piece. But no matter how hard she tried, half of it was gone.
Tears streamed down her face, each drop burning as it hit the cold tile floor.