Olivia's photo slipped out and lay there, smiling up at the raging Jason.
I dropped to my knees, carefully picking up the photo and dusting it off, clutching it tightly to my chest.
"Do you want me to send you to a mental hospital?
"Doing this to Olivia is unforgivable! Maddie, if you hate me, don't take it out on Olivia. If you'd made a funeral portrait of me, I wouldn't be this angry."
Jason's hands tightened around my throat. I didn't resist, letting him vent his anger.
As the air left my lungs, I reached toward the side of the sofa and grabbed the cremation certificate.
I thrust the document into Jason's face.
He stared at the words above, reading them over and over in disbelief.
Finally, his grip loosened, and he collapsed onto the floor.
