"Who gave you the right to dig this grave?!"
Claire shrank into Andrew's arms, playing the victim.
"Why not? There was no tombstone, and it looked abandoned. I thought Milo could rest here. I even contacted the manager and offered compensation. It was huge money, so the family wouldn't mind. And why are you yelling? You're scaring me!"
I wanted to throw up. I wanted to pull her hair, push her, and bury her instead.
She totally deserved it.
But I had no time for talking. I was frantic, desperate. This was Matthew's place. No one else could take it!
Mad as I was, I grabbed a shovel from one of the guards and started digging, dirt flying everywhere.
My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care.
"Emily, stop it!" Andrew yelled, grabbing the shovel from my hands.
"Andrew, you're a monster!" I shouted back, dropping to my knees, clawing at the dirt with my hands.
For a second, I didn't care how I looked or what they thought. All that mattered was Matthew.
Seeing I was about to reach the urn, Claire panicked.
"Stop her! Don't let her touch Milo!"
The guards then pulled me back like robots. Great. I thought only Claire had a corrupted mind. Turns out there are four of them.
"Let me go!"