My wife's adoptive sister, Ashley Howard, was originally named Ashley Flores. Isabelle, her stepmother, couldn't have children, so she adopted Ashley and changed her name.
They were crying their hearts out, but Ashley's eyes were fixed on me in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
I turned to the police with my request.
"I demand an autopsy!"
"We don't agree!"
Ashley pulled Isabelle over, and all the grief vanished from her face.
"Eric, we understand your anger, but Jane is gone. Let her rest in peace!"
Isabelle pleaded, and Ashley chimed in, "Yes, Eric, give yourself and your wife some dignity. What if they find something inside her..."
Her eyes darkened as she trailed off, hinting at the affair between my wife and Gavin.
"Enough!"
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, then angrily slammed the car door shut.
I punched the car hard, blood dripping from my hand, but I felt no pain as I walked away in a daze.
Ashley grabbed my arm. Her eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful.
"Eric..."
I stopped and cut her off, trying to contain my anger.
"Ashley, don't call me Eric!"
Ashley had feelings for me, a twisted form of love that made me sick.