With my mom's ashes nearby, I could feel some semblance of solace. As I reached for my keys to unlock the door, I noticed that the lock had been tampered with.
I grabbed a thick wooden stick, quietly tiptoeing into the apartment. The living room light was on and though the furniture remained untouched, my heart sank.
My mother's urn was gone. Suddenly, I heard noises coming from the bedroom.
I crept closer and the sickening sounds of pleasure grew louder. I shoved open the door, only to find Mischa and Sean tangled up on my bed.
Startled by my intrusion, they both leapt up, accidentally kicking over the urn on the bedside table. My mother's ashes scattered all over the floor.
Mischa adjusted her disheveled shirt and smirked, "Oh, I'm sorry. We just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing. One thing led to another … but don't blame me for knocking over that urn, it was an accident."
I'd tried so hard to distance myself from them, so why did they keep coming back to torment me? I didn't want to cry. I refused to let them see me cry.
"This isn't as amusing as I'd thought it would be," Sean said, straightening his clothes and leaving without a backward glance. Mischa scampered after him.