Ignoring the elders, I glanced at the staff member, and with a quick nod, he pressed the button. The cremation chamber roared to life, fire licking the metal doors.
That was all it took for Nancy to completely lose it. With a wild scream, she tore free from the people holding her down, charging toward the controls like a woman possessed. Her hands slammed down on the button, cutting off the fire before it could do any real damage.
The room froze, stunned by her sudden ferocity. And then, in the chaos, Thomas lunged at me. His hands wrapped around my throat with such force I could barely breathe. “Get my son out!” he roared, his spit spraying across my face. “Or I’ll kill this bitch!”
Through the suffocating grip, I caught the eye of my cameraman in the distance. He gave me a reassuring nod, the camera was still rolling, capturing everything. Perfect.
The staff rushed to pull William from the chamber. He had only been there for a few seconds, but it was enough to singe his skin. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air—putrid and thick.