His words hit me like a blow to the chest. I clenched my fists, biting back the pain. My voice was barely a whisper, but I forced myself to speak.
"I'll go."
The day my mother was cremated, I cried so hard that I thought my heart would break.
Caleb had watched in silence, a conflicted look passing across his face. Then, without a word, he had taken my mother's urn from me.
"If you're so upset, I'll hold on to it for you."
At that moment, I thought he was doing it out of kindness. I was so naïve.
But the minute the urn was in his hands, his expression changed.
A sinister smirk twisted his lips as he let out a low, mocking laugh. "You're such a fool, huh? From now on, you'll do whatever I tell you, or I'll scatter your mother's ashes like they're nothing!"
I quickly changed my clothes and rushed back home.
Caleb and Nina were already there, waiting, with clothes and jewelry neatly laid out, all planned in advance.
The second Caleb saw me, his expression soured. "What's with your face? You look like death. Are you sick or something?"