Iris had always been a ray of sunshine, with a special fondness for sunflowers. She often said they were like little suns, always smiling at her, and she wished she could hug them to hold onto that happiness forever.
To honor her, I filled her grave with sunflowers instead of a traditional headstone.
Each flower was a symbol of my deep love and the ache of losing her.
"Jocelyn, this place was covered in sunflowers—Cathy would have loved it!"
When I arrived, Jeremy had already put his urn in my daughter's grave. Two of Jocelyn's bodyguards were shoveling dirt back in.
The sunflowers I had carefully planted were uprooted and scattered with the petals strewn across the ground.
My daughter's urn was carelessly left beside the disarray.
"What are you doing?"
I shouted, shoving the bodyguards aside. "Who gave you permission to disturb this grave?"
Jeremy stepped forward with a shrug. "It’s just an unmarked grave with some sunflowers. I thought it’d be a nice spot for my Cathy. What’s the problem?"
Jeremy’s words were the last straw, setting off a fury I’d been holding back for so long. How dare he desecrate my daughter’s grave to bury his cat?