Before I could finish, Olivia’s cold voice came from behind me.
“Desecrate? I don’t think so.”
“I think it looks festive—cheerful, even.”
I spun around. Olivia stood there, hands in her pockets, a mocking smile curling at her lips.
I turned pale with anger.
“Olivia! This is your brother. He’s dead, and you still humiliate him like this?”
Her smile deepened.
“Oh, now you’re anxious? Did you forget—last time you stopped me from leaving, Ryan’s puppy died because no one could save it. Do you remember how desperate I was?”
“That puppy was Ryan’s treasure, like his child.”
“And what did you say then?”
‘Things like this happen. Just bury it anywhere.’”
Her grin sharpened, cruel and cold.
“Now I’m giving your words right back to you. And frankly, I think Ryan’s idea is brilliant. Your brother was pathetic and unlucky—this way, at least he goes out with a bang.”
Go out with a bang.
So this was her revenge, for Ryan’s dead dog.
But she’d miscalculated.
I sneered and shook my head.
“If this is what you want… then so be it. I have no objection.”
Behind her, Ryan covered his mouth and giggled.