Chapter 69
Chapter 15
The door had barely shut when I ran into my mom.
She looked worn–out, carrying a takeout box in her hand.
The second she saw me, her eyes burned with rage.
Spit flying, she jabbed her finger at me, screaming:
“Bitch, what the hell are you doing here?! ”
“Even if you got down on your knees and begged, me and Lila would never forgive you p>
Apologize?
She’s dreaming.
I gave her a little smirk.
“Mom, I’m here for a reason. The cremation storage place called me p>
She snorted and looked away.
I smiled sweet as honey.
“They said Brayden’s holding period was up. We need to pick up his ashes p>
“ You know I lost my job and I’m broke. Can’t exactly afford a cemetery plot p>
“And you’re too busy babying Lila, so… I scattered Brayden’s ashes p>
The takeout box crashed to the floor.
Mom’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You… you said what? ”
I repeated myself gently, word for word.
“I said I scattered Brayden’s ashes p>
“On the way here, I dumped them in that nasty drainage ditch a couple blocks away p>
“Maybe you’ve even walked over the spot where he’s buried now p>
I pulled out my phone and swiped open my photo gallery.
“Thought you wouldn’t believe me, so I took pictures. Look–his name’s still on the urn p>
I let out a long sigh, almost sounding kind,
“Sure, it’s a stinking ditch, but hey–it’s still a resting place p>
“At least I got my little brother settled somewhere, Guess I’m not such a failure as a big sister p>
Mom’s face twisted in fury as she lurched at me, but her knees buckled and she collapsed on the concrete.
For a long moment she just sat there, stunned.
Then it hit her.
Her son’s ashes, dumped in a filthy drainage ditch.
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Game Rack Cold
But I’m the One Ruming Them Down
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Chapter 15
She clutched her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.
The sound was raw, guttural.
“Brayden! Oh my God, my Brayden! Mommy’s so sorry p>
“My baby boy–1”
I stared at her coldly, watching her grief.
A bitter laugh in my chest.
So she can cry after all. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ͟.net
Funny… last time it was me who died, and she didn’t shed a single tear.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.