“Alexis,” she said sweetly, “the spiritual healer told me I need a peaceful site to heal. I think Miss Halle’s old family cemetery would be perfect.”
And so, Alexis sent men to dig up our ancestral tombs.
Sixty-eight skeletons — my bloodline, my people — were dumped into a wasteland. Our family’s gravestones were smashed and used as construction rubble.
At that moment, whatever shred of love I had left for Alexis was also buried with them.
What they never knew was that the grave keepers in our family never guarded the dead.
But those who accidentally wandered into the graveyard and couldn't get out.
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At the airport, I was preparing to board a flight to Arlington to reclaim the remains that had been treated like garbage.
I stared at a photo on my phone — scattered white bones lying in the dirt. Looking at it, tears formed in my eyes.
My assistant, Maggie Fraley, wiped her tears silently.
“Madam… how could Mr. Stanley change like this? These were your family. Even if he wanted the land, the least he could’ve done was bury them with some dignity.”
“You just lost your child. You haven’t even recovered. How could he keep putting you through this? How could he be so cruel?”