I said nothing, only pushing him away in disgust.
His fingers twitched, a sudden unease flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to speak. In the end, he swallowed the words.
Behind him, Sherree smiled faintly, tugging open her blouse. Her pale skin bore a trail of red marks, fresh and fading.
I froze, my gaze locked on her smug, triumphant expression. My fingertips dug into my palms until they throbbed purple with hate.
The next thing I knew, the cremation was done.
When I left the crematorium, I cradled a small porcelain urn against my chest—Hallie’s ashes. My hands were so cold they’d lost all color, but I didn’t dare loosen my grip. It was all I had left of her.
Payton stood beside me, still on the phone with the funeral company, making arrangements.
I just ignored him.
I simply held the urn close and returned quietly to my parents’ home.
I acted so… normal, Payton didn’t notice where I’d gone.
When I came home, the house was empty. Taking the opportunity, I went straight to the study. In the drawer, my old spare phone still lay there.
I opened my contacts and found my lawyer’s number, sending every bit of evidence I had.
[Is this enough to put Sherree in jail?]