"What do you mean, sin?! What happens in my family is none of your damn business!"
I shot Old Mr. Harmon a look.
He shook off John's hand and shook his head with a weary sigh. "Ah, it's nothing, nothing..."
"That's right, what's it got to do with me anyway..."
"Such a shame, though. That old fellow was a good man..."
His words stirred a fresh wave of bitterness in my chest.
He was right. My father-in-law had been a good man.
Even if his spirit had been suppressed beneath the earth, the least we could do was give his body a proper resting place.
I found the contact for a cemetery manager and held my phone out in front of John.
"Find him a decent burial plot."
"A burial plot?!"
John cut me off, his voice sharp as a blade. He shoved my phone aside.
"That spiritualist already cost a fortune. This house still needs to be rebuilt, and that's another mountain of money. Where the hell am I supposed to find cash for a burial plot?!"
"Your father got himself killed. If you want to spend money on him, spend your own. I'm not paying for it!"
The memory of my father-in-law's kind face, his warm smile, flickered through my mind.
I clenched my teeth, my voice trembling. "Fine. I'll pay."
"You'll pay?!"