The powerful kick made the urn roll several times on the ground, scattering the ashes everywhere.
Seeing this, my mind exploded, and I was completely stunned.
Last time, when I saw Dora hit by a truck, I was heartbroken. Now, seeing her ashes destroyed by her father, I felt an even deeper pain.
I hated it so much!
As if on cue, a gust of wind blew, scattering the ashes further.
"No, don't!"
I struggled to break free from the bodyguards, reaching out to grab the floating ashes.
But how could hands hold the ashes?
They disappeared, just like Dora.
The last tangible thing of Dora was gone.
Overwhelmed by guilt and pain, I felt like I was being shattering.
I lay on the ground, trying to gather the remaining ashes from the soil.
Tears of despair streamed down my face.
Gloria stepped forward, crushing the ashes under her foot, and taunted, "Linsey, it's just a pile of stranger's ashes. Why are you putting on such a sad show? If you want to stop Danny from being buried, you don't need these tricks!"
"Get away from me!" I shouted, standing up suddenly and pushing Gloria away.
She staggered and fell to the ground.