I felt disgusted beyond words. As I began to gather my things to leave, my phone rang.
"Ms. Hale, could you come to the cemetery? Your daughter's grave has been dug up. The police are on their way."
I hung up and rushed to the cemetery in a panic.
*****
The cemetery staff immediately led me over, apologizing profusely. "Ms. Hale, we're so sorry. She said she wanted to see the grave, so we took her there. We didn't expect her to order someone to dig.
"The police have arrived and have restrained them, waiting for you to come."
I followed the staff quickly, and from a distance, I saw two familiar figures.
One of them was Alicia, and the person holding her was Damon.
If it weren't for her, Damon wouldn't have let me and Glenda get out of the car. Even if Glenda had a sudden heart attack, she could have been promptly taken to the hospital. And now, she was trying to dig up my daughter's grave.
Hatred made me tremble with anger. I stepped forward and pulled Alicia out of Damon's embrace, slapping her hard across the face.
I was not satisfied and was about to slap her again when Damon grabbed my wrist, pushing me to the ground. "Suzanne! What are you doing here? And why do you slap her?"