"Drop the act. I had my assistant notify you—your mother's arrangements are already taken care of. What burial costs could you possibly need?"
Before he finished speaking, Eve took the urn and walked toward me.
As she got close, she pretended to stumble—and slammed it against the deck.
"No!"
I screamed and lunged forward, but I was too late.
The urn hit the ground and split in two.
A gust of sea wind swept through. The ashes scattered everywhere.
I scrambled on my hands and knees, grabbing at nothing, catching nothing.
It felt like something inside my chest was being ripped apart. The pain was blinding.
My eyes burned red as I stared at Eve.
"Why? Why won't you even let her rest in peace?"
She just giggled, sweet as poison.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Doris. It was an accident!"
I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw myself at her, ready to slap her across the face.
But before I could touch her, someone grabbed my collar and yanked me back.
Julian's eyes were full of venom as he slapped me hard.
"Enough! It's just a pile of ash—gone is gone!"
"Eve already apologized to you. What more do you want?"
"Look at yourself. Who is this pathetic act for?"
He tore open my collar and tossed me onto the deck like garbage.