I struggled, but they held tight. This couldn't be happening. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare too cruel to be real.
This time, Andrew moved. He walked over, his eyes like ice.
Then he said, "Claire’s upset because of Milo’s death, and now you're digging up his grave? You’ve gone too far, Emily. Apologize to Claire. Now!"
I never believed a person could be so heartless until I saw one now, not to mention it was my husband.
Had he always been like this? Was I blind? Did I marry a different man back then? Good Lord! I can barely recognize him now.
Andrew, wanting me to apologize to the woman who disrespectfully dug up my son's grave, got me sneering at them like a madman.
"And why would I do that?"
Provoked, Claire interjected.
"Babe, didn't you always say your wife was kind and generous? What happened? Look at her now, acting like a lunatic. If I were you, I would never go out with her. So embarrassing!"
Andrew mirrored Claire's disgust. "Did you hear her? Stop embarrassing me, go home, and be with Matthew. How could you even leave him alone?!"
Oh, wow. Look who's talking.
I stared at him, teeth gritted. "Do you even care about Matthew?"