I went downstairs with the amulet. The living room was brightly lit and I could faintly hear child's laughter. My heart skipped a beat and I ran downstairs quickly. I saw Emma's son Damian standing on the table in the living room, jumping around. His eyes turned to the box where I had placed my child's remains and he reached out to open it.
"Don't touch it!" I rushed over and slapped his hand away.
The loud slapping sound echoed in the living room. The back of Damian's hand immediately turned red. He was stunned for a moment and then started to cry loudly with his mouth wide open. Cody stood up and pushed me away, "What are you doing!"
I hugged the box tightly, looked up and glared at him, "Who told you to touch my things!"
Cody said, "It's just a box. Why so serious."
Damian was still crying and yelling for the box. Cody reached out to grab it, but I held the box tightly and lowered my head to bite the back of his hand hard.
"Ah!" He gasped. I glared at him with hatred in my eyes. He seemed stunned for a moment when he looked at me, but immediately said angrily, "It's just a box. I will buy you as many as you want in the future!"
"What are you fighting for with a kid—"