Instead, I took out the SIM card from my phone, lit it with a lighter and threw the burning piece into the trash can. Then, I chanted a small spell and shook a little bell in my hand. Holding my son's spirit close to me, I slowly faded into the darkness of the night.
Inside the mansion, Charles grew more and more impatient as he waited for me. When I still did not show up, he decided to storm out and question me. But before he could step outside, he ran into his mother who had just arrived.
"Mum? Why are you here? Did that bitch Joanne go crying to you again? She is so shameless. I'll make her leave right now!"
Before Charles could say another word, his mother raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
"You had no time to attend your son's funeral, but you had plenty of time to fool around with your mistress at home. Why did I ever give birth to an ungrateful son like you?"
"You are the one who should get out!"
