"You think you’re fit to be a wife or a mother? Your daughter was probably just as rotten as you! So we’ll dig up her ashes and scatter them. Let's see how you like that!"
"Yeah! Dump her ashes! Let’s give Max the justice he deserves!"
"If you made us suffer, we’ll make sure you suffer worse!"
I could only watch, helpless, as they pried open my daughter’s grave and pulled out her urn.
My eyes locked on it in horror. My voice tore from my throat. "No! Please, I’m begging you, don’t!"
But they only smirked at my desperation.
"Now you regret it? Too late!"
And with that, they dumped my daughter’s ashes into the rain, letting the water wash away every last trace of her.
"I’ll kill you," I spat, fists trembling so hard my nails dug into my palms. Then a metallic taste filled my mouth, and I coughed up blood. "I swear, you will all pay for what you’ve done."
At that moment, Max appeared, holding an umbrella and guiding Vania through the mud.
"Shannon," he said, looking down at me as though I were something beneath his shoe, "all I wanted was a simple apology. But you had to drag this out, make it a spectacle. Was it worth it?"