Tina kept her head down, unable to meet my eyes.
"Ms. Davis' dog just came upstairs and took it to play with."
My eyes reddened with fury as I stormed downstairs.
In the living room on the first floor, the large Chow Chow was gnawing on Matthew's urn.
Its drool had soaked into the black cloth wrapped around the urn, utterly disgusting.
In my mind, Matthew's last words echoed.
"Mom, when I'm gone, please bury me somewhere far away. I don't want to see Dad again."
"Mom, I want to be your son in the next life too, but please choose a better dad for me. Pinky promise."
To fulfill Matthew's final wishes, I carefully wrapped his urn in layers of black cloth before bringing it home.
Isabella sat eating grapes, her legs draped over the sofa as if she owned the place.
"Daniel, look how cute Matt is. How could anyone say he's a vicious dog?"
The dog's name was Matt, and my son's name was Matthew.
I had once told Daniel that Isabella had deliberately named the dog "Matt" to spite us, but he dismissed it as me being overly sensitive.
"Give me back my thing!"
I rushed downstairs, shouting at the Chow Chow to scare it away.
Isabella jumped, startled, and shot me a disdainful look.