"It's like... something's rotting in there. Sir, is it possible she's already dead?"
Blake frowned, about to respond, when Agatha came stumbling toward him.
Her face was white with panic, phone clutched in her trembling hand, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
"Blake, the cemetery manager just called me. Someone smashed my parents' headstone!"
"Was it Elaine? If she hates me, I'll go die, just please, can you ask her not to do this to my mom and dad?"
Blake froze for a split second. Then his eyes turned vicious.
"That bitch Elaine actually did something like this. She's truly lost her mind."
He drove his fist into the wall, then whipped around and snarled into his phone.
"Get people over there right now. Dig up that bitch's mother's ashes."
"She had the nerve to destroy Agatha's parents' headstone? I won't let her off easy this time."
"You tell her, if she won't get on her knees and apologize, I'll scatter her mother's ashes to the wind."
I screamed and lunged at him, trying to grab his collar, to tell him it wasn't me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't touch him at all.
I collapsed to the ground in despair, tears streaming down my face.