I pointed a trembling finger at the coffin.
"David didn't even make it out of the emergency room before he was a cold corpse."
Leon's expression froze for a split second before twisting into a sneer.
"Rose, I'm realizing now that you aren't just crazy—you're committed to the bit."
He glared at the white silk drapes and the small coffin, his eyes filled with skepticism. "Putting on such a show. Fine. I want to see exactly what you're burying in there."
He started toward the coffin.
I couldn't let him disturb my son's final rest. Ignoring the tearing pain in my side, I clawed my way across the floor to block his path.
"Get out! Don't you dare touch David with your dirty hands!"
Seeing me block him, Leon's temper snapped. His boot connected hard with my ribs.
I was thrown aside like a rag doll, skidding several yards. Blood from a cut on my forehead dripped down, staining the pristine white silk crimson.
The next second, with a loud *bang*, Leon shoved the coffin lid aside.
Silence descended.
Leon stood paralyzed. For the first time, the arrogance shattered, replaced by pure shock.