“Why do you keep dragging this out?” he barked, losing what little patience he had left. “You’re making a scene over nothing!”
Before I could react, he moved.
With a careless, almost irritated motion, his foot struck the urn lying near the disturbed soil.
A hollow crack echoed.
The container rolled, then tipped—spilling its contents across the ground.
Ashley’s ashes scattered into the dirt.
For a second, my mind went completely blank.
When I saw her body that night, broken on the pavement, it felt like my world had ended. But this—this was worse. This was her own father destroying what little remained of her.
A gust of wind swept through, lifting the ashes into the air like pale smoke.
“No… no, stop!” I struggled violently against the men holding me, reaching out desperately as if I could gather her back with my bare hands.
But there was nothing to hold on to.
The ashes slipped through my fingers, carried away—gone just like that.
The last piece of her… gone.
My strength gave out. I collapsed onto the ground, my hands digging uselessly into the soil, searching, hoping, refusing to accept that there was nothing left. Tears blurred everything.
Selindra stepped closer.