I was almost at the cemetery gate when my phone rang. It was the cemetery manager.
"Miss Emily, someone is digging up your son's grave!"
Those words hit me like a wrecking ball, freezing me in place. My heart pounded in my chest.
Is this really happening?
What kind of person could be so horrible to disturb someone's resting place?
Mad, I spun around and sprinted towards Matthew's grave, everything else forgotten.
Matthew was always so sunny, so cheerful. He loved daisies because he knew they were my favorite. In fact, he promised to fill our backyard with them someday, just to keep me smiling.
He was a thoughtful kid, but he never got the chance to fulfill that dream, so I planted daisies on his grave instead. No tombstone, just a sea of daisies.
He would love them, for sure. And they were my way of keeping his promise alive.
When I got there, I saw Claire. She had already placed an urn into Matthew's grave, with two guards filling it back in.
It was a punch to the gut, of course.
The daisies I'd lovingly planted were torn up and scattered around like they meant nothing. And Matthew's urn? Tossed aside like trash.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
I lunged at them, shoving the bodyguards away.