When I finally reached the remote mountain village, I found that Quincy had already been buried in a simple grave. There wasn’t even a tombstone, just a small mound of dirt.
I stood in front of her grave for a long time, sighed and laid down a bouquet of flowers.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard the rumble of an excavator coming closer. It was heading straight for the grave.
Shocked and furious, I rushed forward to stop it and shouted at the driver, asking why he was doing such a horrible thing.
The driver explained, “They’re turning this place into a resort. This land has already been sold a long time ago.”
“My boss told us to dig up the grave. I’m just following orders. If you’ve got a problem, just talk to the boss.”
I looked in the direction he pointed. And there, on the hillside, stood Willa and Kevin side by side. They were surrounded by people, proudly pointing and giving instructions.
Just as I turned back, the driver had already dug into the grave. He tossed my sister’s remains aside like trash and kept going.
My chest burned as I climbed up the hill.