Staring at my father-in-law's body, I thought, 'Is this not betraying me?' It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, given all the years we shared. But I had completely given up on Emma.
My father-in-law was a soldier who disliked waste and preferred decisive actions. He wouldn't have wanted a big fuss over his body.
So, I quickly had him cremated, took his ashes home, and started preparing for the memorial service over the phone.
All night, Emma didn't return. Probably, she was playing some thrilling game with Dave. I didn't want to think about it anymore and just sat on the sofa, recalling the years gone by. Unknowingly, dawn broke. Seeing that it was time, I picked up the ashes, got up to leave for the memorial service. Just as I stepped out, I saw Emma coming out of the elevator.
Seeing me, her expression turned frantic. I also noticed bruises around her eyes, as if she had been hit. "Something happened last night, so I didn't come home. Don't overthink it." Emma explained.
I just gave her a cold look and said, "Change into a black dress and then follow me..."
But she suddenly saw the urn I was holding and screamed, "Husband, what are you holding?"
