I used to be the kind of person who couldn’t stand to see her upset and felt guilty over even the smallest inconvenience she faced.
But at this time, it was too late.
"Let’s schedule a time to handle the divorce paperwork," I said, pulling my hand away from Jocelyn and walking off without a glance back.
"Wait!"
Jocelyn called out, her face a mix of confusion and resentment. Frustrated, she shouted after me, "Cason, you’ll regret this!"
Her anger was evident, but as she watched me walk away, she felt that something important was slipping away from her grasp.
With a frown, she called her assistant.
"Chase, get a lovely gift ready and have it sent to our house for my daughter. Hopefully, it’ll help make things right with her dad and get him to cool down."
As I walked out of the cemetery, my phone rang. It was the cemetery manager's voice on the line, fraught with urgency.
"Mr. Lucas, someone’s digging up your daughter’s grave!"
The news hit me like a punch to the gut, and I nearly collapsed.
Without a second thought, I spun around and raced back to Iris’s grave.