“Sister-in-law, don’t stir things up just because there are people watching… I meant well. I drew a blessing symbol to help him rest.”
Michael chimed in loudly at her side.
Watching him beam with excitement, my grief felt almost pointless.
Fine.
If the son doesn’t care, what right does the daughter-in-law have to protest?
I pressed my lips into a smile and nodded.
“Right. You’re absolutely right.”
“Please—go on.”
Seeing me stand aside and toy with my phone, Michael’s expression turned oddly wary.
But the commotion at the door pulled his attention away.
A group of shabbily dressed homeless people suddenly rushed in—
laughing wildly, smashing whatever they could reach.
The stench drove the crowd back, and they stormed straight toward the display.
They were getting closer to Robert’s remains.
I, meanwhile, walked in the opposite direction.
The move looked strange to Michael and Sophie.
He tried to push through the crowd to stop me.
“Where are you going?”
“Outside. Waiting for someone.”
Michael frowned, like he’d just heard a joke.
“There’s no one left in your family. Who are you waiting for?”
A sharp scream split the air.
Ah—