Chapter 6
Savannah’s eyes locked on the woman across the grounds–Delilah, wiping at imaginary tears beside the tiny corpse of a dog.
Rage ignited in her chest.
old as ice.
too?”
She stormed forward, helping her mother to her feet, then marched straight up to Delilah, voice cold
““What’s the matter, Delilah? Stealing men wasn’t enough for you, now you’re stealing graves
Delilah’s face faltered for the briefest second–then twisted into a picture of wounded innocence.
“I’m just trying to bury my dog,” she said, lips trembling. “I don’t know what
Then her gaze flicked toward the urn in Helen’s arms, and her voice sharpened.
you think I did
Savannah.‘
”
“Oh, I get it now. This is your latest sob story, right? Hoping Julian comes running to play the hero?“”
She tilted her head, mock sympathy curling her mouth.
“Is that supposed to be Emily’s ashes? Wow. You’re still milking that for sympathy?”
She leaned in slightly, voice dripping with mock sweetness.
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“Funny, though–she didn’t look all that traumatized in the video. Seemed pretty into it, actually. If this is your maybe it’s time to rewrite the script.”
Savannah’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Her fingers itched to slap Delilah across the face–but she didn’t.
Instead, she pulled out her phone and called over the grounds manager.
Once she explained the situation, the man’s expression immediately turned firm.
idea of a ‘tragedy,‘
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said to Delilah. “All plots here are reserved in advance. We can’t make exceptions, not even for emergencies. If you’d like, I can help you find another location on the premises.”
Delilah’s face flushed with fury. She scoffed, her voice rising with feigned outrage. “Unbelievable. You won’t even let me bury my dog? How cold can you be?”
Savannah ignored her, kneeling beside her mother. She gently lowered the urn into the spot Emily was meant to rest in.
Her voice was calm but razor–edged.
“Cold?” she echoed. “That’s rich–coming from you.”
Delilah swayed on her feet, white as a sheet. And then–she collapsed.
Before Savannah could move, a cold, commanding voice cut through the chaos.
“Get them out of the grave. Now.”
She turned around–and there he was.
Julian.
Storming toward them like a man on a mission, eyes locked on Delilah’s limp body as he scooped her into his arms with care.
Savannah stepped between the bodyguard and the urn, her body trembling with rage.
“Don’t touch her,” she snapped. Then, turning to Julian-
“That’s Emily. Those are my sister’s ashes. And you’re really just gonna stand there and let this happen?”
He looked down at her from where he stood, like she was nothing but a nuisance.
“It doesn’t matter to me.”
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His tone was frost.
“You’ve caused Delilah enough trouble, Savannah. This mess? You brought it
He nodded once.
The guards obeyed.
on yourself.”
They ripped the urn from its resting place–and with mechanical cruelty, scattered the
A gust of wind blew through, mixing gray ash with mud.
across the dirt.
Helen let out a raw, guttural scream and dove forward to gather the remains, only to be blocked by another guard. One of them even ground his heel into the ashes for fun.
Savannah nearly collapsed from the shock. Her whole body trembled as she stared at Julian, disbelief
“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” she said through bloodied lips.
un verd met win and horror twisting in her chest.
Julian scoffed, his voice low and sharp. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” He stepped in closer, his
h
“If you’re gonna keep spinning this sob story, then don’t be surprised when I turn it into reality.”
And with that, he carried Delilah away.
Everyone else followed.
eyes cold.
When it was over, Savannah dropped to her knees in the dirt. Her hands trembled as she tried to scoop what little ash she could find. But all she felt was cold.
Empty. Irretrievable.
Beside her, Helen wept until her voice gave out.
There was nothing left to hold on to anymore.
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