"Jared, look at this design, it's exquisite. I want to use this one for Flora. Let's just speak to the person it's intended for. I'm sure we can make it work," Wendy said, taking the urn out of the staff's hand rather abruptly.
"Ma'am, please don't do that. It's disrespectful to the deceased and may cause distress to their family. Kindly return it to me," the staff said, sounding increasingly concerned.
I felt uneasy for no reason, and when I glanced over, I saw this scene. Wendy was holding the specially made urn containing my grandma's ashes that the staff had just taken out.
I suddenly sat up and rushed over to snatch my grandma's ashes back.
Jared blocked Wendy in front of him.
I ignored his obstruction and tried to get past him to snatch the urn.
Jared placed his hands over Wendy's, and she felt the unexpected touch on the back of her hands, causing her to release her grip involuntarily.
The sound of shattering porcelain was sharp and jarring, echoing through the silent hall. A sudden gust of wind blew through the open door, dispersing my grandma's ashes.
Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled over and collected the scattered ashes bit by bit.