I picked up the money, and everyone laughed and pointed at me.
I didn't know what I had done to be ashamed.
"Enough!"
"Then get the hell out of here!"
I nodded and walked out, and Ryan's voice came from behind me.
"And don't forget to take this with you! Is it too much to ask for a little humor?"
"Do you not believe me no matter how many times I say it? What's inside is your mother's ashes..."
Before I finished speaking, Ryan kicked the urn to the ground.
The lid clattered to the ground.
The ashes spilled out.
I took a deep breath, and my eyes filled with tears.
I desperately scooped up every inch of ashes.
But Ryan was laughing hysterically at me, "Keep pretending!"
Ryan took a bottle of wine from Rachel's hand and emptied it all on the ground.
My hands were wet and I knelt on the ground, crying out loud.
10 years.
It took me 10 years to see a man's true color.
"Your mother calls you every night to talk to you. You can't forget that."
Ryan's face changed slightly.
The others kept pouring drinks on me intentionally or unintentionally.
Ryan took out his phone and searched for the phone number.
Then he raised his hand and slapped me.